my life
I write these words to fill the soul with hope but end up feeling like im at the end of a rope about to fall to my despair i know youre still here and i begin to lose fear of everything that appeared impossible there were to many obstacles but God sent an angel from heaven with the prayers of few and curses of many.. memories of time spent worrying of problems and wondering if i've been stuck in a situation... a person impatient to get his portions of trouble he sticks it to himself double working 2 jobs he knows the struggle through the dirt and thick rubble 9-5 is just a dream 5-5 is what he sees no time to fall asleep dark circles cover his eyes to the point of being blind no reason he can find to keep living this pointless life but to keep pushing forward.
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