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Published: Dec 21, 2011

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_{she closes her eyes and takes a deep breath of the stale air. she tries to shut out the noises of those around her, mentally shoving everyone away, but their voices keep on coming, crowding her senes. she needs room to think, but there's too many worries and thoughts running through her head and she can't seem to get rid of any of them. she's tired, so tired of trying to stay awake, that she forgets she's supposed to be cheery and happy. those closest to her seem to pinpoint all of her wrongs, laughing and pointing that she's finally fallen, buried beneath all of her burdens. she struggles to stand on her own two feet, trying to pretend she doesn't hear the taunts. but the words hit too close to home, capturing her attention much to easily. she tells herself to just handle it, handle the pain that everyone seems to inflict, but sometimes that just isn't enough, driving her to the point of exhaustion.}

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_{weary. yes, thats the only word i can think of that fits my feelings right now.

i know this isn't very good. my thoughts are running into themselves and i can't think straight. bear with me, loves.}