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I'm tired.

Not in the way where I need more sleep.

In the way where I can barely bring myself to smile.

I'm not allowed to cry, I'm not allowed to feel such emotions, and I'm not allowed to be my own person at times.

I just want everything to stop.

Stop.

Stop.

Stop.

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Authors Note: Hey guys, I hope your enjoying the paragraphs/poems I write about my chaos of feelings.

I haven't been in the best mind set right now, so the next one will get a little personal. Fair warning.

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