The darkness is winning again
I'm tired of being strong
It's cold here and I'm alone
I can feel my hands shaking
My fingers, cold as ice
All the warmth has left me
Shivering, I'm trying to hold on
I struggle to breath
I struggle to sleep
I struggle to be
Your words, a whisper
Your touch, miles away
What's keeping me here?
What am I fighting for?
This life has left me damaged and bruised
Slowly I'm drowning...
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