Tired, strained, and feeling restless.
Overworked, anxious, feeling the stresses.
Long days, short nights, and no inbetween.
One after another, set on repeat.
So many changes, and no way to cope.
No light in sight, ive run out of hope.
Current routines locked in permanence.
A head full of thoughts, caught in turbulence.
lets start tomorrow same as today.
Lets get it over and hit replay.
Prosperity will come with given time.
Hopefully the top is worth the climb.
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Author:
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