Another Cliche

A long day;
My worn out clothes have gone weak and frayed.
I'm ready to give up, and
to surrender into depression.
There's a hole in my pocket
letting out my sorrow while i desperately look
for a patch to keep my wardrobe together.
But no, I can't back down.
I can see the destination on the horizon.
Standing up, I tug on my bootstraps
and hesitantly begin my journey.





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