Tired

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This fatigue I'm feeling,
Occupies my whole being.
And I need a secret prison,
In which to jail my thoughts.

To make them stop buzzing,
Like many furious wasps,
Throughout my drowsy mind,
Preventing coveted sleep.

I don't understand this.
Part of me is happy,
As rightly I should be.
There's naught wrong in my life.

Would you help me to banish
These troubled misgivings?
I've found you're the only one,
Who grants my mind peace.





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