Don't Give Up
Sometimes we don't really know who we are,
what we're doing, why we're here.
We don't take the time to look around,
look outdoors, take a breathe, stay alive.
I wonder what life was before this,
maybe easy, maybe hard.
I will get out of here soon,
maybe tomorrow, maybe today, maybe now, maybe later.
I know I am here, do you?
There are endless possiblilities,
Take them.
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