SURVIVE

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I feel as if I cannot make it through this life. Because if I didn’t make it then I didn’t do it right. And it’s always been an upward stride in order to survive or even make it through the night in hopes to get past to your mind that’s always kept these thoughts inside such a fragile twisted twine that unlocks mystery and rhymes kept tight within the words that bind.

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