He looks strong,
he is weak inside.
All are wrong,
tiredness is hided.
He suffers, he suffocates,
just like drowning.
Be hurried, not to be late.
Just working.
No fuel, no feel.
Just working.
There is no appeal.
You are collapsing.
Being numb.
No pain, no gain.
Just doing the sum.
My heart rains.
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