sunnuntai 7. kesäkuuta 2015

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I don't know what I've done to deserve this.
Aparently, probably, something.
I want to sleep for the next 5 years and then possibly wake up. Possibly.
I am so incredibly tired I want to cry. But I doubt that would help so I won't.
I would just really like to know.. why me? Why? 

I want to shut my phone and lock myself up in my room.
I am no good for anything or anyone anyway.
Why the fuck do I even try..

I crave so much to be asked about how I feel.
But if someone did, I'd lie anyway.
I'm fine. I'm always just fine.

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