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Making Peace With Oneself

I stare at the walls,

With pleading eyes

Prayin that one day,

they'll scream out the answer

 

one day i'll sleep

One day i'll be calm

One day

Some day

 

Soon, I hope,

I beg

 

I need the answer

I need the cause

I am dying

Fading away

 

It's only a matter of time until I waste away

We all know it

There's no use denying,

hiding from the truth,

The reality

 

I have been pushed to the edge

And now I must fall off

 

I resist

I grasp onto the small bit of faith that hasn't left me yet

It's what's keeping me alive

It's all that's left of me

all that I am

 

I refuse to let my faith go

I cannot bear to see it leave

I must survive,

hold on;

One more day,

For the rest of my life

 

I will keep my head up

Face this world head on

 

I will survive.

 

Somehow.

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