Conflicting

There comes a day,
In the blurs of past memories,
You come across a dull ache

And your eyes close,
Your lungs inhale,
And you just sit there

Your hands cry for something to hold,
Your eyes cry for something to see,
And your lips cry for something to taste

But you can't,
Because as your mind is running endless laps,
Your body grows tired

And you shut down..
Slowly...
And slowly...

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I'm just.. bored. Thank you for reading :)