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Sep 2015
I remember the faces of the dead
Each time I think of it all I know is that they wanted to be alive
They never had a chance
We always do
But we swim deep in our despair
Let ourselves drown
Question our existence, our motive and our dreams
For what?
Just because we tasted defeat this one time
Killing yourself is a choice but living is an option
The present may look bleak but I promise tomorrow will be better
You are stronger than you think
Courageous than you believe
Mightier is what you can be
Stand up and fight for yourself
To win what seems like impossible today
Because this too shall pass one day
Written by
Tara
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