A short poem about being so exhausted you become depressed.
When you’re half alive but busy,
Asleep then you’re half dead.
Sometimes somewhere in between,
With robots in your head.
Who are you?
Why are you here?
It’s fine.
I’m okay.
Just sick,
And sick with fear.
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