FEELING OF TIREDNESS
I can't stop this feeling—where did it go?
Can I be sick of the stuff going on?
An angry attitude keeps feeding my mind.
Words can be annoying to the soul.
This is an everyday indecent conversation.
My heart is beginning to just fade.
Should I just let it go,
Or should my feet walk the street?
The answer is minimal, but I need the max.
Let me just leave with happiness to be on my own.
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