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May 2017
if every day is just a struggle for another,
if every hope is only for a better tomorrow,

if every breath and every heartbeat rests only on the most breakable threads, on the false promise that the light is waiting at the far end rather than being just an illusion or a figment of imagination to ease our bearings

how can we say that being alive is still better than not?
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miss keisha
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