We are all tired
From all this life we hired
From all the mask we are using
From all the pain and heart-breaking

Some wounds stay permanently
The unknown has cut mercilessly
Without seeking, the battle comes endlessly
It taught me to stop pick the fight so carelessly

But what is the point of struggling
If we never know which way we are going?
Even though the warmth of love still desired
We just could not help but feeling tired

courtesy of joanneyoung.deviantart.com
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