The constant abrasion of days,
Grazed perpetually by negativity,
The body begins to show signs.
Curbing the daily productivity.
There seems to be no solution,
The weary have no rest.
One fine day, it will be the end.
And, there shall be none to attest.
The burden of everything,
While one person carries,
The others rest and watch,
Trying to become adversaries.
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