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You think he's angry, but you don't see, The weight he carries in silence. It's not anger that fills his eyes, But fatigue in thin disguise. He's not angry, but worn and torn, From abandoned dreams, abandoned hopes. He's tired, he's exhausted, he feels lost, Paying the endless cost of life. He's drowning in a sea of ​​doubt, Crying softly, without screaming. Frustration builds, but not from hatred It's a closed door, a heavy burden. He promised so much, his dreams were bright, But now he fights every night. He wants to give, to rise, to shine, But the harsh currents of life draw the line. So when you see him feeling tired, it's not anger, but despair. He's fighting hard to reach his goal, Hoping tomorrow is a good day...