WEAKNESS
sometimes our energy diminishes,
the root of our joy,
the motivator of our liveliness,
all disappear like a ghost,
your internal is a host,
to anger,bitterness,and weakness,
the warmth of the sun the same as a glowing furnace,
the arrival of darkness similar to a dark age,
the weight of the shit is a source of a heartache,
the tickling of the clock,
equals to a wailing siren,
cause deep inside you are overloaded,
loaded with all the negativity that exists,
and the meaning of life is senseless and baseless,
THAT SUCKS,,,,,,
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