As the days turn to nights,
Nights pass to begin another day,
The cycle continues,
I feel the strength draining away from me...
Losing every single ounce of energy i have left to keep going,
To not give up,
To hold on for just a while longer,
To fight for a few more seconds,
And not to allow the fire to be blown out,
To hold on to that last shred of hope,
But it's not that easy and at one point, grasping too hard only makes you lose your grip...
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Drifters
PoetryThoughts that pass through our minds at the most random times, when we don't pay much attention and when we don't ponder or focus on it as much, but at a later stage it hits you hard like someone has just thrown a bucket of ice cold water over your...
