
I'm So Tired.
Tired Of You.
Tired Of Myself.
Tired Of My Own Life.
Tired Of Everything.
I'm Really Sick.
I Need To Puke.
Disgusted Of Myself.
I Told Myself,
I Need To
I Need To
Run Away From You
As Far As I Can.
Argh...
Ptuii...
Enough Is Enough.
What's Done Is Done.
Good Luck.


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