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| So Tired |
this longing
painful longing
enduring
aching
what am I
so much pain
with no source
it doesn't matter
wanting what have not
a burned-down house
a dead friend
some things cannot be undone
never is forever while alive
losing composure
viewed as an irritating cynic
what does it matter
making others understand
so tired
each day more
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