Fight
I am tired
No not for lack of sleep
I am tired
And weary
And broken
Because I am a fighter.
I fight until I have no breath and my heart is barely beating
And then I fight more
I make excuses for people who should mean nothing
I try my best to be perfect
I smile and grin when every gun is pointed my way
I fight.
Every single day.
And I'm tired.
I'm tired of fighting.
And yet tomorrow, I'll wake up and do it all over again.
Because
I
Am
A
FIGHTER!
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