Troubling Times of a Dying Soul

I've dug myself out of so much shit
Blood, sweat and tears
Pain and misery I've endured
To get out of my past
And I did,
I did it
But in this situation
In this moment right now
I have no blood left in my body,
No sweat I can produce,
No tears left to cry,
No pain I can endure
And definitely no more misery I can take,
I can no longer fight
I have nothing left,
I guess I'm just a lost soul.

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