Why am I here?

BreeG

I have good days and I have bad. Just like everyone else, I suppose.

Except, on my bad days...the world is so dark, there is no tomorrow. 

I make impulsive decisions because, what if tomorrow doesn’t come? 

On my good days I understand, there’s always a tomorrow and I shouldn’t have reacted the way I did when the light was off. 

It is as if I am at war with myself day to day. Constantly battling.

Some days I win, and some days I lose. 

I have questions. So many questions. Questions I will never have the answers to. 

March on, I shall. 

  • Author: BreeG (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 22nd, 2017 02:23
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Louis Gibbs

    The longer you march on, the more answers will come. Good expressive write, Bree!



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