Day Counting
Today I find myself
deep in thought trying
to make sense of this
hand i've been dealt
they say what doesn't
kill you makes you stronger
they must have not had
their father commit suicide
because i barely have
enough strength to make it
through the day they must
not know that pain in
your heart that will haunt
you for the rest of your life
everything turns upside
down way to fast the
world keeps turning
and I keep counting the
number of days I've been
here without
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