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Tired
Contributed by
kellros
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Wednesday, 3rd March 2004 @ 04:09:34 PM in AEST
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Dig myself a shallow grave,
drop dead with my last try,
make them believe my life was worthwhile,
even though they don't know my life was a lie
Throw away that shovel... wipe the dirt from my coffin,
open it slowly... smell the wretched smell of decay...
inside you find.... nothing
Breathing grows more difficult by the hour,
my limbs grow weak and i start to lose power...
My mind goes numb... my feet cold...
i can see the world slowly envelop in a dark mist...
till all i see is gold
I cough up moisture, my noise runs,
my back aches... i can't feel
Being happy is a feeling i very rarely feel... being tired has become a way of life, hope someday it will change and happiness will become my strife
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kellros
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2004-03-03 16:09:34]
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Re: Tired
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by Stitch on
Wednesday, 3rd March 2004 @ 04:55:56 PM AEST
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You portray things with such color. I remember many times in my life just like this. You bring them back vividly.
Nice work.
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