Some days I wake up ready to play the game
Ready to run and play
Ready to win
Other days I long to nap at the beach
not because I want to
but because I feel out of fuel
I can't make myself go
Not because life is too much
but because this body is too broken to handle it
This body doesn't work right,
and for the life of me,
I can't make it play the game
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