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A DAY TO CRY By Dwight Isebia

Today I feel too tired to fight, too sad to show my fabulous smile, too weak to hide the tears in my eyes; today I want to bow my head, to forget my pride and to start to cry to empty the bucket hidden inside, and to moisten the floor instead, to make some room for future tears, but hoping it takes many more years to fill that bucket for sadness again, in order to be granted plenty of time, to win the match and finish the fight before getting tired and compelled to cry (DPI 2011)

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