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May 27
I am tired all the time
and want to just lay on my bed
with nothing meaningful in my head
but then I think of you

and my eyes
are wet
again

On the bedside table
I find just a an empty tissue box
beneath the bed hidden pair of used socks
so I just stare at the ceiling

trying to figure out
What the hell is this feeling
trying to remembe the last time
life actually had a meaning

If I just stay like that
maybe the bed will swallow me
definitely the easier option
than again trying to be

Is there without you
any
me?
Written by
Julie  17/F/home
(17/F/home)   
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   lizie
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