I'm tired. Tired into my soul. And I'm not that old... But something in me wants to die. Ask me again, I don't want to say, or wonder, why once more you want my thoughts and prayers. Why, once again I must see my son dead in my mind, and why you won't ask how that kills my hope and leaves me tired in my soul.
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I came here to write this down, because ****** "I can't close my eyes, and make it go away" U2. Listen. If you can. S/he died from a bullet. I can't think that away. My prayer is tired. And I wanted to write this down.