Tired
My words are tired
My mind’s a little slow
My hands are empty
I have nothing to show
My heart beats faster
I run towards no end
I want to scream and tell
I am not what I pretend
My scars are ugly
But they are a few less
I have no energy left
To sort out this mess.
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