Tired of the same old cycles. The round and around, praying for it to end, but it keeps on spinning. Tired of the same paranoia, puffing on weed, trying to drown out whether my mortality will be in jeopardy over this COVID. Tired of the arguments of love I have for the people I care about, cause no matter how many times I say it, I still feel like they think I'm lying. Tired of the constant drama, wondering if it's all worth it, to endure it, while the ones you know should have the same pain. Am I wrong for how tired I feel? Cause with every step, idle or on purpose you have to move, project a smile amist the frowns, find a silver lining in the rages of the storms. Look for the positive in the negative, and pray that it does tire you out, for what you're really meant to do. Just wish I can just take a seat, but who would I be if I wasn't able to endure? But, I'm just being honest to say, I'm so tired.
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