Carry On


At what point can you say "I'm done"?
When can you finally give in?
When your heart no longer fits
into the form it originally was in?
After so many heart breaks,
after being used and tried,
after being weakened
there then comes a time.
A time where you need to say
"No more, this part of my life is done."
A time when you can hold your head high
as this war you know you've won.
No more going back.
Your future is not there.
Your victory lies past the trials
of a life that's too unfair.

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