Fight 2 Poem by Natalie Taylor

Fight 2



i hold my hands up high
i can no longer cope
for as the last year has passed by
at each brick wall ive lost hope

my head is spinning
yet somehow im winning
im getting stronger
as the fight gets longer

ive moved out now
still feeling sorrow somehow
i live at sams
im thinking of prams

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