October 15, 2012
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I find courage in my dreams,
I don't find courage in my screams.

An empty hallway with a bright light,
To stay alive is sometimes a fight.

With a handful of tears,
A ghostly blackness made by my fears.

My courage is something of the past,
But I still try to make my last few days last.

Thinner and thinner I become,
I feel almost entirely numb.

Every scar has a story,
All of them are definitely gory.

And as I try to win this feat,
Its getting harder and harder to beat.

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