The great depression

As I sit here and the pen strokes the pad, I think of the ups and downs I've had

The heart breaking memories the life changing moments.

All have left scars, brought blood and tears

yet I'm still standing here

beaten, battered and bloody

my heart lies beat-less and muddy

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