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I'm tired,
tired of hiding,
tired of masking,
I'm tired.
What's it like to breathe?
To relax?
To be free of expectations?
I'm tired.
So much weight on my shoulders,
so much I have to hide,
so much I have to carry,
struggling silently,
surviving silently,
I'm tired.
So tired.
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