Pathetic

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Pathetic. That's what I am. I will always be that way.

I will try and egg my throbbing muscles to finish what is needed to be done,

But they will not listen as I have pushed them to their limit and they are starting to scream out and shut down.

I will try and keep going, flashing a smile on my face as my body drags on,

But in the end I am nothing but the shell of a man with empty eyes and shaking legs.

Truly I am pathetic and ruly.

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