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Sep 2013
I'm tired.
Tired of this life,
Tired of this living,
But never really living.
Tired of walking around in a foggy haze
With a blindfold over my eyes
And cotton in my ears
I'm tired of people who look,
But never see,
Who listen,
But never hear.
I'm tired of being one of them
I'm tired of picking myself up off the ground
Only to be thrown back down.
I'm tired of pain,
Tired of tears,
Tired of all-consuming fears
But mostly,
I'm just tired of being
So.
****.
Tired.
And I just want to go to sleep.
Written by
Rebekah Morris
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