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Nov 2012
I'm tired.
I'm tired of everything lately.
I'm tired of working everyday,
And if I don't work,
I'm tired of reading.
I'm tired of my friends.
I'm tired of the girl who
Doesn't even know I'm tired.
Tired of this blister on my palm,
Tired of the loud cars across the street,
Tired of the fights I always hear.
Of the mosquitoes,
Of the rent being late again,
Of drinking.


I'll sleep when I'm dead, I suppose.
Written by
Kevin D
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