I must preserve the strength of my will.Spending that strength will only make me ill.
My strength is measured by happiness,
I can not go on with an empty glass.
The will to live is something fallible,
though many act like it is not frangible.
Keeping your mind morally sound
is quite difficult when no one is around.
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~Brie Angeline

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Tethered To My Mind
PoetryA personal poetry book Written by Brianna Angeline Hoefer