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Losing Battle

The wind is blowing fast.
The leaves trying to hang on to the trees.
It's a losing battle, but a battle worth fighting,
The air is cold and bitter, just like the winter has been.
The combination of both is foretelling.
People run for the shelter of the warmth,
I have found shelter but not the warmth.
I am chilled to the bone, to my very core,
I ache allover, and yet seek no relief, I wont
The pain is never ending; I’ve learned to cope.
A day without pain is a dream not a reality.
When I close my eyes I pray for relief.
Relief from this life and its never-ending struggles.
I want to run and hide, but it will always find me.

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