The Daily Life

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The sun rises every morning, to a glimpse of the new day. I wake up to the thoughts of an old one, a time of more happiness. I go through the day with mourning, a sadness in my heart I can't explain. The battle rages constantly but never won. Sadness, true pure sadness. I go to bed with the warning, of the same thing to come tomorrow. The memories flash by until there are none, My heart is heavy even going into the night.