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The weight of my eyes and the fog in my mind is overwhelming.
Sleep, they say; sleep, as if it’s easy.
My body shakes from the cold, goosebumps littering my skin all over.
Am I the only one who feels the frosty touch of the wind? Am I the only one without the constant warmth in my skin?
And now as I stare into this screen and type the time away, the bone-done deep ache is only shortly kept at bay.
Do you understand what I’m trying trying to say, the words I’m trying to convey?
My voice is a quiet whisper, one shadowed and hard to hear.
If you want to hear what I have to say, you need to listen:
I’m tired.