I want...

I'm tired.. tired of being who am not. Tired of guessing who loves me or not.. tired of suspecting people who say they love me. Tired of putting everyone under a microscope in my head, to see if they are being truthful or not. I want a simpler life… a simpler way to breathe and smile. A simpler way of finding happiness. I want little but I want it easier. I can exchange my glass of wine for a cup of tea, if you promise I get to smile 23 hours, for 1 hour of hardship. I don't want anything that comes with so much difficulty, I refuse to accept such satisfaction.

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