Morning

A trail of tears down my skin

Scars littering my soul

My body aching with exhaustion

You may think I’m weak

But I haven’t lost this war yet

I don’t fear the dark

Because some of it lives inside of me

It’s the mornings that are hard to face.

Every morning is a new obstacle to face

But every morning I must try again

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