Journal #43

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Dear self,

I think it's brave that you get up
in the morning even if your soul is weary and your bones ache for a rest.

I think it's brave that you keep
on living even if you don't know how to anymore.

I think it's brave that you push
away the waves rolling in every day and you decide to fight yet again.

I know there are days when you
feel like giving up, but I think it's brave that you never do.

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