tired
The reverberance of your echoes woke me to an icy cold warm in comparison to you.
And your laughter rings an awful triumph as I struggle to free myself from your claws.
And still, I can't escape.
And still, you win.
The weight of the emptiness nears immobility while the weariness settles deep into my bones.
I am tired.
And your laughter rings an awful triumph as I struggle to free myself from your claws.
And still, I can't escape.
And still, you win.
The weight of the emptiness nears immobility while the weariness settles deep into my bones.
I am tired.
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