contradictory
I'm tired, But I can't sleep. I'm hungry, But feel nauseous when I eat. I'm not happy, But I'm not necessarily sad. I want to leave, But I stay. I want to breathe, But the weight on my chest remains. I want to be genuine, But it's easier to put up a facade. Why is everything I think, And everything I do, So contradictory?
jayanad
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