Exhaustion
The weather is cloudy
in my bedroom.
I bury my head under my pillow
to smooth the wrinkles on your face
I close my eyes again, again, again, again,
but you are still screaming over useless things.
It is still the same, the same, the same, the same.
Where is the air?
Why is it so hard to breathe.
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I feel this so much. Great job!