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Jun 05, 2008
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Tired
I wake each morning with a heavy chest.
I cough for an hour without much rest.
My heart beats faster with each coffee cup.
Then I pop a beer to even things up.
I used to have energy where now I have none.
It takes me longer to get my chores done.
My list grows smaller with each passing day.
The things I used to do I can't do today.
So many depend on me in so many ways.
What will happen if I suddenly go away.
I try so hard to keep my spirit up.
You don't give in thats what I was taught.
So I keep going one day at a time.
God please give me the strength to carry on.
I'm so tired.
— Cynthia Henson, Jun 05, 2008
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weirdelf
18 years 1 month ago
Yes, I know.
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I like this one,
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I thought...
DarkinAZ
18 years 1 month ago
A comma would work
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