Tired.
Sleep doesn’t help
If you’re exhausted,
Tired of life,
Wishing all this bullshit
Would just end.
But you don’t necessarily
Want to die,
Either.
You just want
To be free
Of constant ridicule
But that’s never going to happen,
Is it?
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