Past the Point Of Done

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I'm done.

Not just the kind of done you think of,

When you walk away from something and come back.

I'm at the point where I can't see the sun.

I can't see anything,

My whole world is painted black;

My chest weighs a ton.

Trying to catch air-

Is complete failure.

For I am utterly in despair-

I am the horrible failure.

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