go on...

nothing seems worth the effort
yet she keeps going on
breathe in 
breathe out
sleep, wake up, eat, shit
stand up, walk, sit down
new day.

in between the monotony
are randomly dispered moments
that make it all worth
at times 
she feels those moments 
slipping like sand from her grip
she holds on, still -
to the moments that remain
the sand particles stuck to her palm.

breathe in 
breathe out 
go on -
keep going on.

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