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Words Are not sufficient to express The devastation waves that crashes Into a dead wish Exhaustion Engulf the body of cocooning tiredness To sprawl upon hard cold surfaces Reimagine arms around Cognizane The lack thereof Or rather the insufficient energy Of helplessness wailing Heat The boilover pits of Dante's Inferno Trickling forlorn perspire Puff of hot breaths suffocatingly pants Numb Glazed vacant eyes pumps fuel Creaking of vector gears Dumb words spill as arbituary normalcy Deadpan disguised as half truths If words were to be expressed,I chose to be silent If exhaustion means to live,I rather be dead If to be held down and abide, I rather grovel while i weep If heat is a normal occurance in a lifetime,I rather freeze to death If my intelligence precedes your understanding,I rather play dumb