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Exhaustion
Listen, EXHAUSTION-I know you by name now.
I know the weight you place behind my eyes.
The way you turn small tasks into mountains
my spirit must crawl across.
I know how quietly
you convince a person
they are disappearing.
But you should know
something too:
I have survived days
that should have buried me.
I have carried grief
with shaking hands
and still found a way
to keep going
So no- you cannot have
the last version of me.
Not the part that still hopes.
Not the part that still Loves.
Not the part inside my chest
refusing to die bitter.
