"andrea why again?"
"im tired."
"you want to sleep?"
"no i'm tired of life,
i'm tired of not being perfect,
i'm tired of never being enough,
i'm tired of walking,
i'm tired of talking,
i'm tired of breathing,
i'm tired of being tired."
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Cuts.
Historia Cortai drew a butterfly on my wrist, in hopes that this feeling would no longer persist, but things got bad and i started to cry, so the butterfly on my wrist had to die. once again i tried to set myself free, but it seems my thoughts have stolen the ke...
