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Tiredness surrounds me and weighs on my shoulders pressing and lifting at the same time. I can barely see and I can barley think, but yet something still can get through. my thougts never shut off and when I try to turn them off it is in vien. thoughts are like chaos and when you try to tame them they run even more wild. wild to the brink of extinction. but then they are born again in a new form, some sort of reincarnation and rebirth. They come and go, come and go, come and go. around in cirles is the cycle of my life thoughts. the thoughts life is a death and life. tirednerss is coming and I am blurry. what is it that I am trying to say?