honest-to-goodness struck-to-the-core, nomorepleasenomore, tired.
how run-of-the-mill I am. trying to find the gem but all I'm grasping is sand, that's runs through my fingers, pours to the floor, escapes my grip to be seen no more.
I don't want to show it but it's seeping out of my pores (and eye-bags).
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