Tired.
Tired of running.
Tired of fighting.
Tired of that feeling of inevitability.
Tired of trying to escape what I know is my fate,
My Death.
Feeling like lying down to rest,
Letting it come,
Come to me in my dark room.
Letting it take me over at last.
Then no more running.
No more fighting.
So tired....
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