Just Another Day


You wake up and realize it's not okay.

What happened was not okay.

I was lucky, 

she wasn't.


To the strong that are still here,

being and all,

teach us how to appreciate.


For those moments when you're suffacating and drowning,

in the pain and sorrow,

ready to cry.

Is it really worth it?

those tears you shed.

Or can you wake up the next day,

and move on like just any other day.


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