I am tired of the night
The ways of life
The words that we speak
Feel no more alive
then a dead mans plea
Yet we all smile so fake
Making life bland
Wishing it to end
But not allowed
to end ones life
For the people you care
Wish it to end, Want it to end
Need it to end.
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How bout a hug?
Or
What about a comment?