[Poetry] how long I'll last?

I look in the mirror
only to see the bags under my eyes,
another shade of gray is now my hair,
a bitter smiler formes up on my lips,
I just one a breath of fresh air.
Another day has come,
another struggle that I have to jump,
sometimes I feel that I wake up,
only to wait for the day to pass.
How long, I ask myself,
how long I have to wait,
for all off it to end...
Damn you, you goddamn fate.
Another gray hair is on my head,
another day has passed,
and I, slowly dragging my feet,
I grit my teeth,
I wonder
How long I’ll last?

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Sometimes we overwork. Even without realising. And when we realise, it's too late. The damage is done. This is why, we have to take it slowly. Not to do everything on a high intensity.

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