
Inertia’s weight, a heavy cloak. Mars’s fire dims, a fading ember. Drive’s absence, a silent ache. Action’s echo, a distant drum. Apathy’s grip, a lonely hold.
Tasks loom large, like shadowed walls. Fatigue descends, a weary shroud. Anger simmers, a hidden flame. Frustration bites, a silent sting. A lonely battle, fought within.
Mars’s whispers, lost in haze. Remedies sought, in darkened rooms. Agency fades, like distant stars. Control slips, through weary hands. A lonely quest, for strength’s lost art.
Challenges rise, like frozen peaks. Progress slows, to silent steps. Discipline wanes, a fragile thread. Growth’s promise, a distant dream. A lonely soul, seeks burning will.
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