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Dawn breaks, the day begins, slow and dreaded

The same old grind again, tired of trying

Pushing on just to make the cut

Wearing thin, nerves begin to shake

Pushing physical limitations, why?

No time to breathe, or so it seems

Reflections becoming hideous

Day hours ending, heading away

Loving arms awaiting, warmth

Home again, finally

That is what makes it worth it ...

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