New day

The days passes quickly
The pain remains
It is just getting worse
I look out of the window
The spring birds sings
And I am still here in
The darkness fighting
My demons

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I am who I was when I wrote this text but I do not know if I exist now. I am from Scandinavia where the arctic starts

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Posted in #blogg100, Black, failure, Poem, Poetry

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