worn out

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This brain is far from empty, For my demons lodge here too. This body's getting heavy. This soul's ready for the tomb. My body is a shell. a husk of what once was, My mind makes lodge in hell,
Laying like a corpse,  Dawn of a new day, Familiar sinking feeling, Feeling full of dread.   Struggling to get up, Herculean in effort, The emptyiness is familiar, Head for the shower.
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