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What Can I Say?
I am tired, what can I say?
Days pass like months full of homework you didn’t want to do.
Seconds pass like hours filled with hasty breaths.
I am exhausted, what can I say?
I am tired, what can I say?
Words that come from our lips seem to fade into the distance like a cloud of smoke.
Movements seemed like I was floating on a cloud of weariness.
I am exhausted, I know.
I am tired, I need rest.
My mind acts like a playground, my emotions are all over the place.
My movements became erratic over the days;
I am exhausted, I need to sleep.
I am weary, I need to rest.
Weakness, is the only thing I can describe.
Strength is something I can not find within my drained shell I call a body.
I need help, I know.
I have insomnia, what can I say?
The sleepless nights seem to get to me like a horror movie on a late night.
My bed is only a decoration now, it looks as though it has dust.
I can’t control it; what can I say…
I am only human.
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