Little tears
The days are hard,
the nights are long,
the test is truely,
an attempt to stay strong.
When a family attacks,
the weakest will fall,
in this test of strength,
can she beat them all?
After the cloudy days,
through the tearful nights,
in this test of strength,
can she forever fight?
Depression will linger,
sucide awaits,
in the darkest mind,
of the weakest of might.
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