you know when you're tired
and you don't even know why
or what you're tired of
you just feel that everything is too much
everything is uninteresting or too much work
you don't want to talk to anyone
you don't want to write anything or read
you don't want to eat or sleep
it seems that breathing is a burden
and seeing demands a lot from your body
each of your cells asks for everything to stop
and the world keeps turning
and people keep living and dying
and they all seem to have a purpose
and you don't even understand why you're still breathing
YOU ARE READING
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Puisithe fantastic never seemed so common, the beautiful has never been more equal, life has never been more ordinary, and I've never been so confused, so I wrote.
