some days you will have to drag yourself out of bed and convince yourself there’s still something worth waking up for. even when all the ache in your body tells you otherwise and the reflection in the mirror doesn’t show anything close to strength, you have to realise that there’s nothing more beautiful than the courage of facing another day when you were ready to give up the night before.
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Poetrythere should be stars for great wars like ours. there ought to be awards and plenty of champagne for the survivors. [ poetry #1 18/12/14 ]
