《My Life in Ruins ; Poetry》Please god

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My lips are chapped, my skin is dry, my eyes are heavy, and my mind is tired. I can't sleep through the incessant thoughts. I beg a god I don't believe in to "please make them stop." He doesn't answer yet again, it fills me with nostalgia from when I was a little kid. Praying on Christmas eve for lots of gifts, now all I wish for is one last breath.

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