At the end of the day when I crawl

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At the end of the day when I crawl
At the end of the day when I crawl into bed and all the lights go out, my thoughts can finally rise to the surface. Yes I’m a little bruised, slightly broken, and permanently scarred but I’m still here, I’m still fighting, I’m still waking up everyday to go through it all over again. This life may be hard as hell but it’s still a gift and I’m going to live every moment of it.
~ Unknown