My eyes feel heavy,
My thoughts all slow.
A weary feeling,
Doesn't want to go.
My smile feels fake,
My laughter's thin.
A quiet ache,
Deep down within.
No strength to fight,
No will to try.
Just want the light,
To pass me by.
My heart is tired,
My spirit's worn.
Completely wired,
From dusk till morn.
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