just so tired of picking up my face from the ground again and again and again.
Of dusting failure of my body and facing the world.
humiliation a stamp, branded on my forehead.
I can’t find the strength to pick myself up and face this harsh world.
I can’t find the motivation!
It’s such an effort when my body is dead tired and my mind weary.
Everything’s a blur, everything’s merged into one big FAILURE.one big FAILURE.
Tomorrow I’ll find the c0urage to face my troubles. tomorrow.
Tomorrow I’ll find the motivation. Tomorrow.
For tomorrow never comes…..
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