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Nov 2013
I'm tired all the time.
A tired that travels to the core of every bone,
the center of my heart.
It's a tired that only grows with sleep.
I don't know what to do.
It coats every part of me.
I can't lift my finger without feeling
an utter emptiness.
I can't speak words.
I can't.
Ellie
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   Emily Tyler
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