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Staying to space, endless pit never to erase.
Sadness, mind blown from what's around me.
Endless quick, as if everyone speeds around me.
As I stare in the blackness sinking deeper, and deeper with no one to pull me back.
I see tiny light in the distance.
A beacon, small sign of hope.
Could this be a shine that, I needed?
Is there a reason to fight?
To keep it going, fight the depression.
Fight the doubt, around me.
How do I fight it all? When all I want to do is dive further inside.
How do I fight this? I want to fight it I just don't know how.
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Emily Aurelien
The Struggle is real. Just once would I like to win a writing Challenge.
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