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Mar 2013
I am tired
tired in my soul
tired of being

I am sorry
for what I am
and for that I am

The soulful weary feeling
is worse than the weariness
that sleep can cure

I often wonder
if it would be a kindness
to end humanity

Existing in our state
the modern world
we are all tired

We are worried
and bound to the worry
slaves of our anxieties

To be alive
is to be caught up in thinking
and embroiled in problems

The thoughts stop
only in sleep
or death
Written by
Hudson Everett
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