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Apr 2013
I’m not sure how much more I can take
I get pounded on time after time
I’m sure that real soon I am going to break
Why must I be tortured I committed no crime

I watch as day by day it gets worse
My sanity slowly going away
Soon I may be leaving in a hearse
I fight to stay alive every day

Every day a battle to survive
A constant struggle to continue on living
What is there but to thrive
When the world has just stopped giving

You gave the world your all
Tried to make every one happy
Trying to catch everyone before they fall
Never letting anyone get hurt to badly
This poem is currently a work in progress. A friend asked me to write him a poem for what he is going through and this is how far I have gotten.
Written by
Andrew Ciaciuch
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