
Wake up. Again.
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No alarm. Don’t need one.
Your body knows the drill,
Misery never sleeps in.
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No messages.
No plans.
No one waiting.
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You sit on the edge of the bed.
Head heavy, chest hollow.
Just like yesterday. Just like tomorrow.
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You used to dream.
Used to fight.
Used to hope.
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Now?
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You clock in. Clock out.
Stack the money.
To spend on things that make you feel worse.
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Things that rot your gut
and numb your brain
just enough to get through the evening.
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They say you should journal.
They say you should meditate.
They say you should go outside.
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You say nothing.
Because what’s the point?
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You lift weights.
You eat protein.
You sleep 8 hours.
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For what?
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There’s no one to see it.
No one to touch it.
No one to care.
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You’re a well-oiled machine
with no destination.
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What’s left?
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The gym.
The job.
The silence.
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You walk past mirrors
and don’t recognize the man
who never became who he was supposed to.
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But you keep going.
Not out of strength.
Out of momentum.
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And maybe that’s all life is.
A long, slow drift toward nothing.
With strong arms.
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What’s left?
Just you.
And the weight of being you.
About the Creator
Fathi Jalil
I’m a writer who loves sharing stories and making connections. Along the way, I learned how to make writing work for me. Now, I share what I’ve learned so others can too.
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Comments (2)
Sorry..you will get over it. Sending you love.
This was so poignant and emotional. Sending you lots of love and hugs ❤️