Do you know tired?
Ever tasted it after a memory slipped like bile up in your throat? Ever felt it tap you on shoulder and make you crumble? Hell is the way tired convinces you that you are exhausted with living When your reflection betrays you and looks like all the THEM that left and broke you on their way out of the door It is the miscarriage of love and love's stillbirth Tired is victim being accused of playing victim But they don't know tired They don't hear it no matter how loud it screams They only recognize it after you're tired enough to finally leave
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