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but doesn't the abject hopelessness ever get tiring?
aren't you exhausted from the insults you're firing?

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isn't your life weary from the same old, same old?
aren't you sick of making rust from what could be gold?

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isn't the depressed poetry getting too hard to bear?
shouldn't you be tired of trying you best not to care?

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aren't your eyes sick of always being devoid of tears?
cassandra, aren't you through with the lies you hear?

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isn't it frustrating, how the mood never changes?
aren't you irritated by now with how the lack of pain is?

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my fingers are tired of writing the same stories
my heart is sore from all its bloodwritten glories

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