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ECHOES OF EXHAUSTION
In the quiet shadows of endless days,
I'm cloaked in weariness' heavy haze.
Each dawn whispers its solemn decree,
A dance with fatigue, just me and thee.
For eight long hours, I stand and strive,
In the rhythm of life, barely alive.
A fleeting respite, a...
I'm cloaked in weariness' heavy haze.
Each dawn whispers its solemn decree,
A dance with fatigue, just me and thee.
For eight long hours, I stand and strive,
In the rhythm of life, barely alive.
A fleeting respite, a...
