Bruised bloody and broken I wander down this long and lonely path. A trail of blood tracimg behind. These sensations I keep locked away, deep inside where the pain is still raw and powerful, screaming within my mind.
I hurt. Every day is a battle that I fight silently, trying to not show just how deep it goes. How hard it is to wake up and find the motivation to move. What motivates me you ask? I don't even know anymore.
Maybe the real answer is pain. It motivates me to fight through it, to keep it from consuming my mind and soul. It makes me want to live in spite of it. Because of what I've seen, what I've done and what I've been through.
I just wish it wasn't so hard.
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