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Sometimes I tell myself not to crumble, not to fall.
I tell myself to keep on holding myself up; not to fall back from grace; to stay still.
Sometimes it’s hard.

Sometimes, I wish I could somehow go back.
But there’s nothing to come back to anymore.

If I do, it would all be the same.
If I do, then this year would’ve been nothing.

Because, even if I somehow yearn for that place,
nothing’s just the same anymore.

Cheer up, child. Don’t crumble. Don’t quit.

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