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Wailing was never for weak,
It takes courage
To stand upright,
With ongoing hurricane on beside;
To know so damn well
That you're the one in control,
Yet even if you beg, it wouldn't stop;
To embrace your own war,
And pale lies in flesh raw;
And even then
It takes real strength
To acknowledge you're in pain.
So, trust me next time
When I say,
it's alright,
For when heaviness grows inside
Even the heavens choose to cry.
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May not be the best one to finish this with but I tried. Thanks for sticking by and yes this is the end for the collection, for now at least. Maybe if I see improvement in myself I shall start another book again. Till then,
—Adios—
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