Lack of motivation
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The droning of the engine reverberatesDawn draws to a close and eyes dilateAs the stop and go cycle but replicates
legs made of stone,head full of cotton,and arms like jelly.
pen lies still,page stays blank,and heart hurts more.
Things have been pretty bland
everyone is busy with plans
all my emails are spam
and my motivation has hit its low
I've got no one to call
I'm staring at walls
