Pushing hard,
The days roll on,
Whilst my hearts been weak,
Somehow my hope stays strong,
Even though the odds are long,
And wish i might,
Yet im not gone,
So while im here,
Somehow standing,
This angst and fear,
In dreams reprimanding,
I wake up in tears,
Like raindrops landing,
They soak my pillow,
And stain my cheeks,
For inside i feel,
So small and meek,
But i must keep going,
Beacuse no one ever asked me,
What i think,
When i do tell you,
My innermost thoughts,
The scars i will show you,
From which they were bought.
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