Like Flat Stanley,
I crawl to the door.
Dragging myself on the laminate floor…
Got no energy, got no life you see
No mojo any more.
I need a reason to go on
A place I feel that I belong
No guilt or worry, nothing wrong.
Too much to hope for?
Sapped
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