Anchor

I feel dead inside, broken outside.

My anchor is broken, and unrepairable.

Believe, is hard to harbour.

The truth is hard to accept.

Survival is necessary, Living is important.

An anchor is what i need, But in what form?.

Love?, Friendship?, Family?, Believe?.

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