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s o m e times I'm tired,

wired) to feel empty,

tired of lying
and trying; so hard
and lying
about nothing,
and s o m e t h i n g just cracks
and nothing feels okay,
and I [lie] down in the street
and, okay, it hurts to



breath

but I heave myself up each mourning,
and I breath in. this air that

's crushing

my lungs, crushing my soul,
and

crushing me.

I'm exhausted.
and I'm fronting every second of this facade of












handling it.





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Han15 said...
Mar. 3, 2010 at 12:28 pm
Good job! Keep writing!
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