"you felt tired,"
she spoke.
i stopped.
because i think i was
i think i am
tired of goodbyes
tired of hellos
tired of always leaving
always going
tired of the same words,
repeated over and over
of lost words and
the rewritten ones
of being left out
of being lied to
of being the last one
tired of needing strength
needing to move and live
each day
of forgetting how to love
tired of the past
and of the future
and of the in-betweens
and so much more
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