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Apr
29
- my poems,
- thethinkman,
- depression,
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Exhaustion
I’ve fought, and fought, and fought,
Exhaustion, never-ending, and for naught,
with its ups and downs,
and even cliches abound,
in the end, destruction comes,
again and again, time to rebuild,
I forgot the conundrums,
and the sadness killed,
I’ve made my way all the way up,
But now I’ve blown up, and I’m tumbling down,
The end nears, depression takes the crown,
But losing, to an odd degree,
Leaves me with a sigh of relief.