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For days like these

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There will be days like these,
You would not notice the smiling faces;
And not care for the cute kid around
Trains keep passing by in a blur,
Without making a single sound!
When chocolates don’t work,
When coffee does not heal
When sunshine gets gloomy
And breezes you can’t feel
All your strength just crumbles down to pieces;
 The slivers digging deep in your vein
You don’t know whether to stay or to go,
You feel the numbing of the pain
But it’s not gone; it still is there, to hurt you
 Every time your feet touch the ground
And every time blood gushes out of the wound,
 Every time you feel your heart pound.
It may heal soon, it may last long,
But on days like these, you will have to be strong
Because you my precious, is all you have
And giving up on you would be so wrong!
And for days like these we have tomorrows
Tomorrow where the promises live,
 Where wounds get healed and hearts get whole
For tomorrow has the answers to questions unasked
For many hopes and dreams tomorrow holds!
Hang on, even if by the thread if needed
You need to make it through this day
And past this day, you will win your battles,
I promise, my precious, if I may!

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