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Exhausted, past the point of no return

Body aches and trembles, showing no concern

Everyday things, becoming cumbersome

By the end of the day, I’m nothing but numb

Pushing the limits, with no end in sight

Why is it, I never do, what it is that’s right?

Years of abuse, to myself, I have endured

Time and time again, my life, I have poured

Into an empty shell, trying to regain strength

Knowing in my heart, I would go to any length

To make myself better, than I was, yesterday

Trying to find the path, yet, still I go astray

Refusing to be defeated, by this human shell

Embattled, with the agony, of which, I never tell

Only I can resurrect the soul so deep inside

Else I’ll shrivel up, like a flower that has died

No, I’m not ready, not quite yet, to simply wilt away

I’ll be back tomorrow, just to fight another day!


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