3.02.2013

One minute at a time

One minute at a time I breathe
One minute at a time I ask for help
One minute at a time I sleep
One minute at a time I think

Everything is a mountain this day and yesterday
and the day before that

I remember yesterday's but right now
Tomorrows look so dim

I'd cling
But my arms are too tired to


I'd walk
But I am too weak


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