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The Daily Battle

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Waking up is hard,
A whole new day lies ahead
Instead of feeling joy,
I'm filled with nameless dread
It's like someone took a shovel;
and started digging a hole
Instead of digging in dirt
They're carving out my soul.
The pile is getting higher,
the hole keeps getting deep.
I'm being consumed with sorrow,
As I begin to weep
I need someone to start
shoveling the dirt back in.
If it doesn't happen,
This battle;I won't win.





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