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A new me....your up
Fighting for the strength to carry on,
it's always the same.
Fighting.... until my last breath is gone,
the end of the game.
There are days I walk tall,
head held high.
Other days stumble and fall,
I'd wish I'd die.
So cry and cry some more,
I try not to do.
Wipe the tears off the floor,
but they're stuck like glue.
Curl up into a ball,
is my escape.
I'm so low I crawl,
caught up in caution tape.
Morning comes around,
wakes me up inside.
Rising up off the ground,
that one has died
A new me ....your up.
*S*
