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The easiest thing to do is give up. In theory anyways.. Meaning, physically challenging, mentally exhausting, spiritually evading, emotionally draining. 

However, it shows strength to keep doing your best every day. Its beautiful, and so is your faith in yourself. Keep doing so, and writing is medicinal. Its a way to empty your thoughts from your mind, and free up space.

This is so inspiring and relatable, I love the way the contradictions of wanting to go on and wanting to give up are partnered with each other! I feel like I’ll always have that sense of foreboding, but on the other hand, I feel like the choice to stay will always be somewhere in my mind too. Wonderfully done!

God gave me a chance, a chance I should have grasped.   Yet the pain I feel inside me already had me clasped.

I long for the happiness to flow through me, yet instead I drown in sorrow.  Someday I wish for a better life, others I wish for no tomorrow.

Yet still I trundle on.  I trundle along for a while, because I know that even with the hardest of days I still will have some smiles.  

Maybe I do feel a sense of foreboding, that one day I'll have had enough.  Yet until this day decides to come, I'll keep going... I must


Just started writing poetry so any feedback would be much appreciated

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Struggle