I feel so stressed
It's eating right through me
My brain wants to quit
To stop thinking
My heart wants a break
To stop feeling
My Spirit cries out
"Do not give up"
My body dying
Weary and tired
The will to press on
Slowly fading
But I was not born a quitter
Fighter is written all over me
I will dust this off
I will continue on
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