Tired!

Whenever I started believing in some reality suddenly everything changes into an illusion.

Each and every time I tried to believe in the reality where I smile a bit but suddenly everything goes for a toss.

I am tired, I am tired of seeking hope, tired of making them understand me, tired of breathing...

I gave everything I had, atleast let the universe make me sleep forever.

I am tired of ...

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