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I’m trying so hard to keep my head up.
I really am.
I’m on E but still moving somehow.
And if I’m being honest I don’t even know how.
I don’t know what’s keeping me from quitting what I have a passion for.
Maybe it’s that.
The passion.
But yet passions die too and my passion never has.
I treat it as if it’s like my own kid.
So what’s left?
Hope?
Am I holding on purely to hope?
Is this what hope really feels like?
Is all that I have left in life and the only reason I keep going, just the feeling of hope?
Because no matter how deep I dig,
No matter how many times I dig,
I can’t find any other reasons why I’m still going.
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