Another day, another lie,
On this bed,
Here I lay.
What am I feeling,
Is it fright?
It's too high,
I need to fight.
I am tired,
So so Sore,
No, I am tough.
That's what I told,
To those around me,
Maybe just maybe,
I'll say they truly found me.
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PoetryFight is what we have to do, not with our emotions but with our demons. Everything will be alright in the end. [The cover does not belong to me]
