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Every morning is a struggle to lift myself up. Every morning my breaths take so much more. Every day the light hits my face, I shield my heart. Every afternoon I stare at the clocks hand, watching the seconds tick away. Every evening I watch my heartbeats become but a grain of sand in this hourglass. Every night I stare at my life from afar. Every night I watch it all become a blur. Every night, I watch the vicious cycle never end. Yet, every morning I pick myself back up again. Every morning I tell myself it's okay once more. Every morning I smile once more. Every morning, is worth the next day. Every morning, the cycle breaks only to be made anew once more. Every morning, I once was weak but now I've grown. Every morning, my own weakness is my greatest foe. Yet, Every day... Life is worth so much more~
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Dec 16, 2017
Dec 16, 2017 at 3:51 AM UTC
Every Morning (The Cycle)
Every morning is a struggle to lift myself up. Every morning my breaths take so much more. Every day the light hits my face, I shield my heart. Every afternoon I stare at the clocks hand, watching the seconds tick away. Every evening I watch my heartbeats become but a grain of sand in this hourglass. Every night I stare at my life from afar. Every night I watch it all become a blur. Every night, I watch the vicious cycle never end. Yet, every morning I pick myself back up again. Every morning I tell myself it's okay once more. Every morning I smile once more. Every morning, is worth the next day. Every morning, the cycle breaks only to be made anew once more. Every morning, I once was weak but now I've grown. Every morning, my own weakness is my greatest foe. Yet, Every day... Life is worth so much more~
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Dec 16, 2017
Dec 16, 2017 at 3:51 AM UTC
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