Monday, December 7, 2015

my

Things are quiet
I'm still
Listening to a song about medicine
Reflecting again

You can still do
What You've said You can do
Just because I've run out of endurance
Doesn't mean You won't follow through

Air from my gut
Life from my blood
Mind from my skull
I keep trying to get up


I keep trying to get back up

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