Everything seems to be exhausting me, no matter how much I sleep or how much coffee I drink, something inside me has given up, my soul is tired.
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#16- my soul is tired
Everything seems to be exhausting me, no matter how much I sleep or how much coffee I drink, something inside me has given up, my soul is tired.
