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Feb 2019
The fight has gone
I have no energy
To even move is effort
I’m overcome with lethargy

Work is hard and long
It drains the life out of me
When I finish for the day
By darkness I am claimed

Arms and legs are dragging
My head throbs aching
Is there an end to this grind
The light I cannot see
Richard Smith
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Richard Smith  47/M
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