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From Beauty To Ashes. . . The Fall Of What Was Once Bound To Our Wrists. . . Never Let Go... (Mature Language)

Tired Of It All

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by LeviRed1

by LeviRed1

I'm tired of life

And how it wraps its arms around

Lethargically, poisining me with its touch

Fabricating a sob-story from beginning to end

Breaking me down until theres nothing left

I'm tired of life

And its cynacle ways

How it 'helps itself' to anything.

I'm tired of life

And How I poison myself with my own touch

Lethargically, sitting in my bed crying my eyes out

A Simple Design

For A complex problem

I cannot help but say...

That every moment you asked "How are you?" I was never okay