tomorrow

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sometimes i hate the ground i walk on
and i have to remind myself that
the earth is not composed of
just horrible people.

sometimes people drag me down so far
i want to disappear
but i must remind myself that
there will be a day where i wake up and
the sun will rise in a new light.

until then
i will walk on eggshells
as to not destroy
my faith.

tomorrow will be a better day.

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