I've become so tired of this. Of this messed up world, of the sick people, and of the monster inside me. I don't want to feel like this today. I don't want to be like this today. So, how do I fix it? Am I eternally doomed to the way I am and feel? And as my eyes begin to droop, I wonder what type of tired I am.

Note to the Reader: I wrote this one without the help of music. I wrote it when I was in an emo mood.

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