Fatigue is only dust
Accumulating in the air,
Until your breathe it in
And that kind of dust
Takes each breath,
And owns the energy
Becoming my own enemy.
Then as a statue
In each burdened action
I will rust,
And into such a residue
I will be gone
By tomorrow’s gust.
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Relatable 🤗
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