Growing Old

My soul is growing tired.

I am young, but I have aged so.

The more we fight, the more words you call me

My vision clouds and makes it impossible

For me to speak, like my teeth have fallen out.

I am so tired. It hurts everywhere.

When I breathe too deeply, I bleed.

Give me gentle kisses, and softer words.

Hug me tightly so that I can finally sleep

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