my hands are raw
sweat soak my shirt
fatigue has my mind
thirst dried my throat
but i am numb since
so i keep on going
i heard laughter from
can't tell i could be deaf
nor it's coming from me
for i am alone on desert
spare me not of your pity
let these legs take me
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