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Tags: Virus, Sick, Alone, Tired

When things start to grow on you...

Submitted:May 11, 2008    Reads: 73    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

Sick of saying things are okay when they're not.
Sick of nodding because it's better than saying something.
Sick of being tired.
Sick of fighting to make things right.
Sick of comming home to a mess, that I end up cleaning
Sick of waking up to the same life,
Sick of living a lie because it's better than the truth.
Sick of dealing with bullshit because things just won't work out.
Sick of smiling, even when i'm sad.
Sick. Just so fucking sick.


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