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Mar 2018
You ask me the question
The one I dread
Because I know I can't tell the truth
How are you?
Tired
That's all I say
I'm so ******* tired
The tired that doesn't
Leave with sleep
Even though
I haven't slept in three days
The tired that stains your mind
And plagues your soul
The tired
That can only be described as depressed
I'm so ******* tired.
Aaryn
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Aaryn  14/Androgynous/ON THE MOON
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