So tired
From the weight of the world
So scared
Of who I might become
So desperate
For things to change
Shrieking
At the top of my lungs
Penetrating the cold barriers of the world
Letting every person know
I do feel
I carry on living
Despite
My emotionless face
My dry hands
My wrecked feet
My traumatized heart
forever mourning the tragedies of the world
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