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When I look at the word tired I see the word tire And it all makes sense When we say we feel tired it’s bad But car tires never stop When they get flat or “tired” They don’t stop no matter how low it gets And maybe that’s why I still identify as tired I am a tire When life keeps pulling me forward No matter how weak I get I keep turning Keep going And it all makes sense
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Jun 19, 2018
Jun 19, 2018 at 9:52 PM UTC
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When I look at the word tired I see the word tire And it all makes sense When we say we feel tired it’s bad But car tires never stop When they get flat or “tired” They don’t stop no matter how low it gets And maybe that’s why I still identify as tired I am a tire When life keeps pulling me forward No matter how weak I get I keep turning Keep going And it all makes sense
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Jun 19, 2018
Jun 19, 2018 at 9:52 PM UTC
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