One more thing.... One more thing to topple me over... I wounder why I keep getting up. I wounder and fear what will be next..... I am at the end of my rope I feel myself sinking...struggling to breath. The passion the light that was once in my eyes turning to black.... no more I cannot handle anymore.....I say it every time.... But I keep getting up... why keep fighting... why keep up this struggle..... I look into the eyes of two little ones and the man I love and see why.... but how much before I break....
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