STILL HERE

These are my thoughts.

This is me.
I'm still here.

This is my life.
It's a lot like a rusty blade.
It's not pretty and it's not new.
It's lost it's shine.
It's become dull.
It's dirty and impure.
It's used and brittle.
It's simple.
It's ugly.
It hurts when it cuts.
And it infects the wound.
There's no penicillin.
There's no cure.

These are my thoughts.


This is me.

I'm still here.
Plain.
Boring.
Stupid.
Complex.
Doubtful.

These are my thoughts.

Of this I am certain.

This is me.

I'm still here.

This is me and I'm still here.

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