This damn year
Is coming to an end
The hours
I've poured into
Work
And
Worry
For what!?
A small reward
They say
Don't work too much
You'll miss your life
And yet
When trapped
By circumstance
You do the best you can
My health
My life
Has slipped away
This year
Fustercluck
Cluster
Fluck
The end
Of it
Is terrifying
What comes next
Hang on
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