Breaking Point
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Getting closer and closer
to that fine border line,
Are you ok?
That famous question,
Yes i'm doing fine!
Breaking point.
It's staring me in the face,
Feeling like,
You're running out of space.
Let's get a grip,
Take the bull by the horns,
Face up to the life,
Weather the storm.
I refuse to give in,
My dreams won't be quashed,
I'll stand up tall,
When all seems lost.
Jayne Louise Davies
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