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I sit there and I wait. Waiting to see what this day has to offer. On the brink of depression I am somehow still hopeful. After all, that's all I have left to get me through. As the sun rises will it bring with it the wings of positivity soaring overhead with love and grace or will it bring the glares of negativity attached to cold shoulders and icy hearts. I'm fighting off the demons that so faithfully haunt me, waiting for my breaking point. As the silent tears so salty in their nature roll down my cheek, I know they don't forget me. No matter how much I hold them back, they are anxiously waiting for their chance because they know it will come. So I welcome them with open arms, holding onto something that seems familiar. For now they are the only things that bring me peace. The only things that keep coming back to me. No matter the disappointment of the day I have my tears. So they wait. They are my constant. They encourage me to stay strong and humble. Reminding me that I've done this before. My tears, the very things exhibiting weakness are building my strength. I don't take them for granted. They show me survival is possible. So I wait.