Don't ask me why. I just want to stay with you because
I'm tired, but not the tired you usually think
I wish to read something, but not those textbooks you think i'm going to read
I wish to take rest but the a rest you usually take.
I wish to take off my glasses, but not that i don't want to see but I want to see things blur. blur, blur Everything is mixed together
But together it's clear in my mind. So clear that no one, perhaps myself can perceive.
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