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Is the only thing I think about now Being tired is the only thing that consumes me The obsessiveness to sleep eats me whole And I just… want to sleep Everything seems like its swirling around me like a tornado but to you it's a draft in a vacant house Sleep, it's so simple but it's the hardest thing I could ever obtain the thought of never waking up again is a craving i cannot feed the cold fingers of anxiety grip me and it's what leaves burn marks during steaming hot showers it's the feeling of drowning in heavy piles of words made of dirt mud, grease and sweat every word has a taste, texture and smell that makes you Lust for more. Ache for the words that will quench your thirst Those words….they are the ones that keep you up at night Those words are the ones that keep you waiting till 1 am but they never seem to show they are the ones you can't seem to grasp The unspoken ones The ones that make you studder The ones that make you so frustrated that you can't think straight They are the ones that make your lip quiver and heart ache And that feeling for me will never go away
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Sep 25, 2017
Sep 25, 2017 at 7:07 PM UTC
I'm tired
Is the only thing I think about now Being tired is the only thing that consumes me The obsessiveness to sleep eats me whole And I just… want to sleep Everything seems like its swirling around me like a tornado but to you it's a draft in a vacant house Sleep, it's so simple but it's the hardest thing I could ever obtain the thought of never waking up again is a craving i cannot feed the cold fingers of anxiety grip me and it's what leaves burn marks during steaming hot showers it's the feeling of drowning in heavy piles of words made of dirt mud, grease and sweat every word has a taste, texture and smell that makes you Lust for more. Ache for the words that will quench your thirst Those words….they are the ones that keep you up at night Those words are the ones that keep you waiting till 1 am but they never seem to show they are the ones you can't seem to grasp The unspoken ones The ones that make you studder The ones that make you so frustrated that you can't think straight They are the ones that make your lip quiver and heart ache And that feeling for me will never go away
SadlyKida
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20/F/Someone's dusty attic
Sep 25, 2017
Sep 25, 2017 at 7:07 PM UTC
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