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I Got Old Too Fast


My feet feel tired And my mind feels dull And bleakness wraps around me And I’m more like a drone And life clings to me like a wet blanket Dragging me down Down Down Down And I just want a lay down My eyes are getting droopy My head is feeling heavy My body is sore And my heart is worn through And hurts to breathe And I don’t want to feel I’m bearing everyone’s burden But I’m sixteen My mind tells me otherwise My brain seems to think I'm ninety-five I’ve lived long enough. I don’t want any more experiences from this world. My mind is checked out. My heart left the show long ago. My body is exhausted. It’s too much work to stay awake. And I want to close my eyes And I’m just ready to die
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oddity
I know it's not that good, but I just had to write it down.

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