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05/03/18. 12.19am

Vulnerable. Weak.

Thats what i’ve become. 

I’ve never despised tomorrows so much. Tomorrows are enemies. They dread me. 

I wish i didnt have to keep on walking. I wish i didn’t wake up. I’m just tired.

I dont want tomorrows anymore. 

I’m so numb. 

Where are these tears from.

What is this pain?