Self-slaughter
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Oh how tiring it is To witness my brokenness How tiring it is To see myself in pain How tiring it is To seek validation from people How tiring it is To be in a battle alone How tiring it is To be not myself That despite all my loud weeping People are still blind That the little things they do Greatly destroy me I'll not even have one doubt If I let my tired self Rest on a bed of roses Or maybe by the swing
Oh how tiring it is To witness my brokenness How tiring it is To see myself in pain How tiring it is To seek validation from people How tiring it is To be in a battle alone How tiring it is To be not myself That despite all my loud weeping People are still blind That the little things they do Greatly destroy me I'll not even have one doubt If I let my tired self Rest on a bed of roses Or maybe by the swing
2020-06-12 09:43:56
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