Weary reflections while updating my PC

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tired

Today was a tiring day 
but not as tiring as when I had to stay
I just want to rest and lay
 
but not from my soul and aching core.
maybe I was comfortable 
but that comfort didn't allow me to be myself and live 

Today was a tiring day 
but not as tiring as when I acted okay 
I just want to rest and lay 

and have something to look forward to in the morning 
I came back and forth that I feel worn out 
all the means have expired 
all the thoughts don't get me as excited 
but I can look for new ones and maybe find nothing 
and nothing will be special 

Today was a tiring day 
but not as tiring since I pushed the harm away.
I just want to rest and lay

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