Weight settles heavy on my temples.
The world coated in a steel colored haze,
as I struggle to remain upright.

The air sucks away muse.
Leaving me with unoriginal words,
and other used metaphors.

Is it worth it?
Toiling in the muck,
digging deeper only to have the hole cave in.

Is it really worth it?

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