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Jul 2017
I'm the type of tired
That sleep cannot fix.
The type of tired
that stops crying fits.
I'm the type of tired
You can't sleep away.
The type of tired
That causes you to stray.
Away from society,
And everything nice.
All because your heart
Is craving that knife.
depression selfhate seclusion
Written by
Hell-Loves-Blues  17/F/NC,USA
(17/F/NC,USA)   
170
   Lior Gavra
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