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I’d write a post about being tired.
But I’m too tired.

I’d maybe moan and whinge a bit.
But I’m too tired.

I’d tell you about the boy that doesn’t sleep.
Who shouts and calls and turns up the heat,
in a house that’s already starting to creak
under the stress of getting little to no sleep.

But I’m too tired.