Never-ending Struggle Read Count : 28

Category : Poems

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There's nothing left of me.
Too much blood running down my sleeve.
My thoughts begin to rush;
Every nook is filled flush.
I can't believe I can do anything but fail.
It's how everything ends.
Overcome it, overcome it.
I say it so constant.
Broken is broken;
The voices get the win.


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