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Tired

Tired of the pain I’m feeling everyday Tired of playing in this never-ending game I need someone to take it away Make me feel okay I don’t want to lose this fight I’ve used all my might Yet it comes around again to play It’s always when I’m in a happy place In a constant race Angles and demons fighting in my brain I try to get the demons to go away But they have sunk in their claws They’ve grown comfortable in my mind I guess this is where they chose to lay In my tired mind, where things never seem to leave

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