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Nov 5
My aching limbs and heavy sighs,  
as morning light hurts my weary eyes
and every movement feels like a chore,  
as time slows from the weight of it all.

Although every step may feel like lead,  
and thoughts of rest fill my weary head;
I'm determined to try anyway,
with a will to rise and seize the day.

©️Lizzie Bevis
Lizzie Bevis
Written by
Lizzie Bevis  F/England
(F/England)   
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