My eyes are heavy,
My mind is sore.
I do not think
I can take this anymore.

My outer core
Seems happy, while
My inner core
Feels so sore.

My head, heart and soul,
Are fighting a war.
It's very hard living
At death's door.

My eyes are heavy,
My mind is sore,
But now I know
I will fight NO more.

UNTIL THEN.

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