Uneven

This is an uneven fight
I know I can’t win
I know this
Falling on all levels
Failing to make my
Life working
But it doesn’t matter
I have to try
Again and again

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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 Black, Easter, Healing, Life, Poem, Poems, Poetry

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