Tired
Ife tried again and again, but nothing changed. Still not enough. I'm done. There is just nothing left, nothing i can ever do to satisfy the peck of hungry wolves around me. Full of greed and violence, only existing to drain whats around them poisoning all that is good. Ife wasted enough tears for people who don't even care. I will move on even if it takes the last of my energy even if it destroys me. I need a place to rest.
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