Tired. That was the word. Not sad, neither happy, just tired. The kind of tired where a 12-hour sleep isn't enough. The kind where when you wake up in the morning, the first thing you do is sigh. The kind where neither random laughters nor distractions are enough. Where getting through a single day at a time is enough. Where the only soothing moments are those cold, quiet nights. With the moon being your closest confidant and the silence embracing your silent yet awfully loud thoughts. The kind of tired where the warmest of hugs are offered by the soothing sounds of music you listen to. The kind that lulls your brain to sleep and cools down your racing thoughts. And slowly, your eyes close, and for a fleeting moment, it's all so peaceful and ambient. That's the kind of tired.
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