10: Desert – Crossing

I feel so tired. Since childhood, I have felt so awfully tired. The slightest effort debilitates me. The thought of writing such a blog such as this is as daunting as the thought of having to cross a wide desert. Thus, the slightest enthusiasm burns itself out before it can inform any action or shape any sort of purpose. Even sleep is exhausting.

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