I’M TIRED

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On days when everything’s numb, I think I should feel bad, but I don’t. 

And yet I do. 

When someone asks what’s wrong, I say I’m just tired. 

And it’s true.

I’m tired of all this. 

This life that makes no difference. 

What’s the point in caring about something that doesn’t last?

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Leaving my dreams

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“Head in the clouds,

Looking through the windows

Of the sky.

Dancing on the sun’s rays,

Spreading my wings

So I may fly.

Sleeping on the moon

Waking far too soon.

Leaving my dreams 

To find it was only my imagination

That plucked me from my room.”