
To all the times I felt cracks on my skin
And a darkness sitting within.
A relentless weight on my chest,
Ten stones on a petal’s breast.
An emptiness in breaths that just doesn’t leave my being,
It lives in my being.
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To all the times I cannot go on,
But then I do, a step at a time.
I realise the strength of a smile
And strength of perseverance.
Maybe things don’t get better,
You get better,
Or maybe you get better at pretending-
An actor in each of us.
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~insight07
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