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Could it get much worse?
I asked myself when the bills were late and I'd lost my job.
When I was freezing in the streets without a home.
As I laid a rose on my Grandfathers grave and the family went to war over their fare share.
Over lovers lost and promises broke.
When everyone said my dreams were a joke.
I asked that question more times than I can count and every
answer was the same.
Every tear fell just as wet ,every moment I thought was the end and could bare no more.
But I found the answer I did not want to hear,
so I stopped asking...
As I laid
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Standing up is never easy
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