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Tired Of Life

Oftentimes I find that I’m tired of life

It has grown stale like old bread
grown dull like a used knife

and I don’t know what to do

I’m rushing in my life
but I feel like I’m going nowhere

like a car speeding down a highway
that has no destination

How many nights I have stayed awake
crying until I could no longer?

The number must be countless

Those nights are only too familiar to me now

What’s the sense?
The pain I’m feeling
never goes away

It haunts me like a childhood fear
and never releases the hold on me

And whenever there seems to be a time
when I haven’t a trouble
it’s there

And it always finds the way back to me

The agony is indescribable
and I don’t know what to do


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