Here we are once again,
back to smiling through the pain,
trying to hide so people don’t know,
that I am feeling so very low,
Waking up each morning so very grey,
working each day just for the pay,
here in bed I want to stay,
just to hide my face away,
My personal challenge is just to talk,
bottling it up I got for a walk,
next few days going to be hard,
pushing myself that extra yard,
All I want is to curl up and sleep,
counting down sheep by sheep,
my body feeling more and more weak,
please time fly by this week,
then maybe just maybe I will speak!
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