(SoA)
We carry our pain on our skin. Scars remind us that we lived.
We carry our pain in our hearts. Wounds take a longer time to heal.
We carry our pain in our souls. And our chest tightens.
And our throat is dryer
and our eyes can't cry any more tears
so we die a little every night when we go to sleep.
Yet we're reborn the following day.
And we keep going.
And we keep on moving.
And we are still living.
That is our strength.
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