January 21, 2016

The weakness sets in.
This is it.
I’ll never be better.
I’ll never be normal.
The struggle is taxing, and I feel left without a cent.
I’m left grasping to the last spark inside.
The spark that whispers to me in the midst of it all,  “This is your fight.”

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