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Dec 2015
I am overwhelmed at the pain of my days.
I hope and pray for the hurt to go away.
And as I stand up and take a look around.
My heart is scattered in pieces on the ground.

My head is racing a thousand miles a minute.
This is a battle and I will never win it.
But in all this the realization that I found.
Is shattered into pieces on the ground.

I feel like I've come to the end of my rope.
And I can't find any way that I can cope.
But I am hopeful of the days that are abound.
But I am scattered into pieces on the ground.

I am hoping that this is just a phase in my life.
But it is hard to see an end to all of this strife.
This is a fight that I can't fight on my own.
I am afraid of stepping into the great unknown.

I know there is no reason to keep feeling this way.
And all I want is for this feeling to go away.
Until I find a purpose in all this deafening sound.
I will be spread all over in pieces on the ground.
Chris Fortune
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Chris Fortune
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