No one can carry me this day
When I’m weighed with concern
Disheveled, disgraceful and lost

When exhaustion is born
From the simplest of treads
And the failures I craft
Live on in all trivial things

When continuous sorrow
Is stalled in my throat
And I’m wholly engulfed
By the lunacy I fear

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