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The Dance

By Fitzgerald96, Folsom, CA

Misery is dismal company to keep
It brings down the heart when weak
Misery brings its friends self pity and pain
The tears that streak your face leave a stain
Depression sets in on the wake of it all
Your life is plummeting but you enjoy the fall
The crash is comforting as it burns
Happy to feel anything in return
For your silent groping at strings
You try to fly with tattered wings
With time you will heal
And you will wonder if that dark time was real
For now struggle on through the blackest night
Just don’t give in or give up the fight
Life is both to short and to long in its way
It ends just as you begin to enjoy your stay

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