Tired

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I’m exhausted. Barely manage to stand on my feet. Barely keep my sanity. Barely control my emotion. The holes, everywhere. Barely keeping space for myself. The patches, opens, and it leaves a new scratch. Seems like it’s incurable, infection, and it’s rotten. People jealous, I just give a bitter smile. 

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