Sick Days

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Waking up early,
Wishing to be unconscious.

Soul losing all its energy,
In the vacuum of nothingness.

Breathing feels like inhaling poison,
Making me constantly weak.

Limbs reluctant to move,
Even for the basic necessities.

Yet what choice does it have?
But to do it anyway.

Life feels weary,
Unresolved tasks await.

Growing ever so smoothly,
Like the life within me.

Resting feels like wasting time,
But I want a whole day to myself,
Doing nothing...

Sure,
It's tiring.
But there'll be better days.

For that,
I need to keep trying.

-affkff

This is written by me.









Have a good day/night 🖤

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