"when the world didn't end, there was no party to throw.
there was no god to thank.
When the world didn't end, part of me still wished it had.
A part of me didn't feel strong enough to come back from it all.

I don't know. I still don't feel strong enough. Bug every day I wake up am I am still here.
So I have to keep on going.

And maybe it felt okay to die when here was no other choice, but there is a choice now /'s I choose to live. Every single day, all over again."

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