Everyone I know is failing.
Quitting, losing hope, giving up on their dreams,
They've lost all hope- at least that's how it seems.
It makes me question myself, my fiber.
What makes me better? What makes me a survivor?
When I refuse to quit, then who is the wiser?
It's things like this that are my worst nightmare,
That I'll join them, give up on myself and go nowhere.
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Author:
anima aurea (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 8th, 2019 22:37
- Category: Reflection
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Never give up on yourself, stay strong and all will be well.
A poem where I'm the everyone. Well writ.
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