[00:11.66]I wake and feel the weight again
[00:17.07]Like breathing takes a thousand men
[00:22.23]Each chore each step each tiny thing—
[00:27.14]Feels like a war I didn’t bring
[00:33.06]It’s not despair but something flat
[00:38.46]A hush where once my heartbeat sat
[00:43.50]Like running dry with every breath
[00:48.45]But never moving close to death
[00:54.03]Still breath is more than just repeat—
[00:56.96]It means I haven’t faced defeat
[01:05.15]Even slow I still exist—
[01:07.95]In quiet rooms I won’t resist
[01:15.71]So if I say “I’m tired”today
[02:32.25]It means I showed up anyway
[02:51.59]And that alone should count as grace—
[02:56.37]To be alive in such a place
