fatigue devours me and overwhelms me;
cages my mind and blurs everything out.
and until the sun dissipates into the night sky,
I will long for my slumber
and sit as a shell with a heart:
living, but not entirely there.
just
existing.
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fatigue devours me and overwhelms me;
cages my mind and blurs everything out.
and until the sun dissipates into the night sky,
I will long for my slumber
and sit as a shell with a heart:
living, but not entirely there.
just
existing.