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Tired


last night i had some bad dreams i kept hearing all of these screams my mind hurling, whirling, spinning like a roller coaster around going whoosh! so fast and getting faster even more by each second higher its seems to move up to the sky but it all just seems like a big lie being honest i don't know the truth i may be young still in my youth but seemed to have learned more than i have ever been able to before but if i knew what i know now it could have been different somehow in someway i wouldn't be knee-deep in my own actions everything in a heap can some one come and pull me out but no matter how many times i shout i cannot be helped nothing will ever change it'll always be the same never will i ever be let out of this prison and you may sit there and listen but it's always gonna stay the same im tired of everything, tired of this game this black hole seems to go on endlessly but nothing changes as i sit hopelessly the tide comes in and goes back to sea and the uncontrollable waves are free to do what they please and be whatever i hate being trapped i don't like playing by the rules but i have to if im staying right here not moving trapped forever
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