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Tired

Are you tired yet?
Are you tired of fighting me?

I'm tired. I've been so tired for so long. I've been waiting for you to give up. I want to curl up on the floor. I want to sleep, but you haven't let me sleep.
I'm going mad, even now. 
Three days without sleep. Three weeks, three months. 

"Time will go by, and he will forget."

Time went by, and he has not forgotten, not in the least. He remembers more and more each day and each night.

I just want to die, so it would be over already. Why do you do this to me? What is so special about me that you haven't given up yet?


God, give up on me.
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