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Worn Out

Worn out, tired.

A theme I hope to end.

Have been wired,

Some sanity to lend.

Perhaps I’m trapped,

And this is why,

Energy’s sapped.

I mistook a lie?

Or perhaps I’m where,

I should be right now.

Care’s lain bare,

Mood that’s foul.

What’s this path?

No idea you see.

Doubt does laugh,

But I don’t flee.

My future’s brighter,

Though I don’t see it.

Yes I’m lighter,

I can feel it.

To the future,

Turn assured.

Misery doesn’t suit you.

To hope be lured.

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