Skin is stained with red
I feel the pain at night in bed
Skin is stained blue
But the bruises are caused by what I push myself to do
Skin is stained green
Lately the bruises are all I see
Body is weak
White are my cheeks
Dull are my eyes
Yet my body will rise
So one last time I can dance
It will be my last chance
Before my body collapses on the floor
Because of the exhaustion I've pushed for
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Poetry
Poetrywhere my thoughts can run free the words are an escape for me so why not share this journey with me so you too can feel free
