I’m tired and tense
And my fist remains clenched
From the pain, I am feeling inside
And although it is late
It seems it my fate
In this notebook, my thoughts to reside
You never really asked
So I thought you never really cared
These wallpaper peelings hold my thoughts and feelings
And all the insights I never really shared.
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