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I am tired, I am torn,

Worn down by the endless storm.

Every step feels twice as steep,

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I march through fields of endless night,

Each step a war, each breath a fight.

The weight of doubt, the chains of pain,

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I wake to a world weighed down by gray,

A sun that rises but brings no day.

The air is thick, the silence deep,

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