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May 2021
Hey Papa,
tonight when I sit on my balcony, I’m not going to talk with you,
I’m going to Numb.
And it’s not because I don’t love you
or want to.
I did a lot today. And now I’m tired.
Tired of thinking
Tired of hearing
Tired of feeling
I’m just tired. And tonight I need to give myself a break.
Written by
Em Becker
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