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AN EXERCISE IN FUTILITY 
Have you ever felt 
The words stick in your throat? 
You try to speak, but then a sudden rush 
 of weariness 
 numbs you; 
And you wonder why you strive so hard – 
For in the end – 
No one understands you 
Anyway. 
So then you let 
The words remain unspoken, 
And with unnoticed ease, the weariness becomes 
 a pensioner, 
 in for the long haul; 
And each new day 
a little bit of you fades and dies, 
In a sacrifice that 
No one asked for 
Anyway.