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When it's not enough

When it's not enough to give,
not just a piece of your heart,
but everything it ever carried-
hopes, dreams and aspirations.
When it's just not enough,
to be there when twilight falls,
sometimes, until midnight;
and you wonder if it's worth the walk.
When you've laid in your sleep,
thinking, maybe this is it,
maybe, this is where the good life is,
where the sun glows
and you keep walking,
just giving your heart, mind and soul,
and suddenly the hope disappears,
the curtains are drawn,
your chapter is closed,
everything has changed.
You still sit,
wondering....
when is it ever enough?

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