This kind of deep-seated exhaustion
can't even be found in the movies.
Authors cannot write it sufficiently,
musicians can't sing it soft enough.
Tell me to keep fighting.
Someday, I hope to return the favor.
Tell me to see the light,
somewhere down beyond.
Watch it morph into various shapes,
until it turns into a beast.
I want something to fight for.
I don't seem to be good enough.
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