Questioning is sickening
I’m tired
It’s exhausting
I wanna get away from my thoughts
It’s sickening and tough
When I’ll lay dead it won’t be rough
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- Published: May 7th, 2025 19:01
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When questions end so does life. A good write
The only time they stop is in death, nicely written and expressed
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