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 May 2016 The Winter Jester
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these depressing thoughts are catching up to me,
and i feel as if though i can't breathe,
i'm tired of this war going on beneath,
my flesh, and inside my soul,
which is now the colour of coal,
i'm no longer whole.
pieces of me are attached to the people or things that have broken me,
you see,
i can't look at myself in the mirror and say,
"You can get through this kid, like you did yesterday."
Anymore,
for i just see a girl who's ready to give up,
but the funny thing is,
is that she doesn't give up,
she keeps breathing,
she keeps thinking,
she keeps listening to her heart beating,
because she knows,
that deep inside,
**a part of her is still alive.
i know it's hard, to keep living, to keep breathing, to do all of this. but at the end of the day, there's always a part of you that tells you to stay alive. listen to that part of you, and stay strong.
The sweet feeling of independence entangles itself into my soul as time passes and bad memories grow old. The feeling of an evenings summer's breeze caressing your hair as enjoyment becomes irresistible as a puppies innocent stare.
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