SHE
She's tired.
It got her to the point where she appreciates eight hours of good sleep. Where she's thankful for having a nice and quiet meal time, with just herself.
She's tired.
She feels like her bones were about to break anytime. Her body aches, even her fingers. She can't properly handle the bottles that she's washing. Her head hurts. Even when she's sleeping, she's still doing something.
Her mind makes her feel exhausted, too. It won't stop running. Thoughts never slowed down.
She has a lot on her plate.
When will she stops eating?
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Unspoken Thoughts
PoesíaON-GOING Compilation of the poems I wrote. Started writing : July 4, 2020 Finished writing :
