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Strong Enough
Each day I cry, you may not know, One day I'm high, the other I'm low, But willing to become a star, The walk of hurt wins; leaving a scar. As the body falls apart, I stay alive with the pump of my heart, Voices speak but I cannot see, Reality sinking in; and worse it will be. Fragile touch to minds with death, Lingering on with my strength; my breath. I take this walk with few around, The morning brings false hope, false sound. Brown eyes may be a beauty, But looking in the mirror, each days a duty. Stepping stones while faces shrink, Dialing each number, each link. I will be close for family is near, Disease itself gives each though a new fear. Crackling down few paths I can now choose, Although, I help out those with less to lose. Truth is we all have low points, Reaching to keep our body working; each joints. Crumble the pieces, Iron out the creases. I may be close to womething unreal, I may seem happy; next to my bed I'll kneel, Letting God know this is enough, Not understanding why my path is rough. People start to come and go, They each have sympathy;but don't really know, I keep my head up-but lupus eats away, Making it hard to push reality at play. I'm far from this world, but live in it, Lightening flashes; rooms dark; I sit, Crashing into the night, I lay my head to rest; with dreams of sight.
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