Messy Head Space Read Count : 24

Category : Poems

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Death has come to repo my soul.
Do I pay his toll?
Can I overcome this internal hell?

I'm trying and trying;
Yet, nothing is working.
I keep going, but for what reasoning?

This life, is damaged.
My mind is hard to be managed;
Always searching through the rummaged.

I'm tired.
I'm tired.
So very, very tired. 



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