The bags under my eyes
Are so heavy they could
Carry a rich man's gold.
They are not heavy on
Being tired over lack of
Sleep but being tired of you.
The way you hurt and destroy me.
Tired of all of your lies.
YOU ARE READING
Erlebnis
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