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Jun 2016
The stone will climb, I am confident
The same stone, same mountain
Same result, and up again
I go tired and on the verge of collapse
Yes, I have become stronger
And yes I will continue
As the sun retires red and fading
The crows return to their nests
Sleep taunts me insufferabely
Right or wrong is a choice
But the right answer is wrong

I can't write

I can't write

And the posters on the wall
Tell the same old story of love
And infinite possibilities
How shall I waste my time?
Staring at the ceiling above

The same old story

I don't know

Where will I get my strength from
When my knees fall beneath me
Emma
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Emma  24/F/Ireland
(24/F/Ireland)   
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