Cast a cold eye on life, on death. Horsman pass by

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To last, to make it through.

I am strong enough to move past my strongholds.

In fact, I am strong enough to hold my head high and believe.

Most days it is hard.

Most days I don’t feel strong enough to deal,

but I am.

Or I wouldn’t be here.

I will find beauty in pain.

Though it won’t be today, here I am,

holding on to what I cannot see.

After all that has passed,

After I have cried my last,

there will be beauty from my pain.