The dimming light

I can feel the light dimming in my eyes

Nothing but a haunted, soulless look

Desperate to find any pleasure

From a photo, a film, a book

The crushing weight of useless

Squeezing every gasp of breath from my chest

The relentless, torturous voice saying “It’s pointless

Why try? You’re not as specially as the rest”

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