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Empty of Energy

I sit here with my eyes open in a sleepy stare, My head pulls back slowly when my fingers run through my hair, So many things are still left undone, There cant be any rest untill after i finish the last one, The days events have left me confused and shaken, Reaching for that last little bit of energy i find its already been taken, Without any motivation to continue these chores, My body falls victim to deep sleep and snores

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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