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I am very tired.
you know that tiredness, that jumps into u like a drug, that like a lover says come with me girl and i will help u never think again. that kind of tired.
i have been crýing.. oh yeah tired loves me to cry. its weird i dont cry much and this time its just frustration. not sadness even.
u see
theres this person.
this person who is quite incredible. but this person doesnt BELIEVE this. this person only sees the flaws and the fears and the sadness.
this person is swirling in the darkness, looking for pain.
and i keep telling her
she is an angel.. more than an angel
she is this piece of art, still forming. she is a new born baby, screaming for air, she is a tree in a storm being thrashed this way and that. she is the moon pushing hard against the sleazy clouds, pushing through and when the clouds flee and there is only her reflection on a still body of deep black water.
she becomes a picture of my soul
and then
and then
i am not tired anymore.
you know that tiredness, that jumps into u like a drug, that like a lover says come with me girl and i will help u never think again. that kind of tired.
i have been crýing.. oh yeah tired loves me to cry. its weird i dont cry much and this time its just frustration. not sadness even.
u see
theres this person.
this person who is quite incredible. but this person doesnt BELIEVE this. this person only sees the flaws and the fears and the sadness.
this person is swirling in the darkness, looking for pain.
and i keep telling her
she is an angel.. more than an angel
she is this piece of art, still forming. she is a new born baby, screaming for air, she is a tree in a storm being thrashed this way and that. she is the moon pushing hard against the sleazy clouds, pushing through and when the clouds flee and there is only her reflection on a still body of deep black water.
she becomes a picture of my soul
and then
and then
i am not tired anymore.