I'm so tired of this, I'm so tired of all the cards falling to nothing, of meaning so very little. I want to get out of here. I'm tired of caring about you so much and finding out it's hollow, one-sided, nothing. I'm cold as usual. I'm tired of crying, about this and you and all of this. And most of all, I want to leave.


Feeling:
Listening to:
Pretending:

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