Samstag, 12. Mai 2012

you ask me what's wrong.
i answer i'm just tired.
you say you're too. you hadn't slept this night.
i agree.
but that is not what i meant. i meant that i'm tired of standing up in the morning, i'm tired of crying every night, i'm tired of pretending i'm fine. i'm tired of living








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