Black eyes with tears
Black soul with love
Hurt, still smiling
Injured, we keep going
We keep pushing while the doors are closing
Sometimes shrinking, but most times weโre growing
So much energy, the aura is overflowing
In darkness, but mostly glowing
Taking a leap of faith, sometimes not knowing
What matters is what weโre approaching
Which element are we controlling?
Iโm not done but my success is loading
Iโm learning to cope, Iโm not joking
Happy thoughts I keep quoting
Weโre making it out alive, there is no opposing
Poetry & Self-Awareness 
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