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Dec 2016
First I dug a pit for when I couldn't be brave
It gave me a place to hide
But soon it turned to a grave
And I risked being buried alive

Life was tough
I needed a place I could be free
But soon even a little bit of life was more then enough
And I always needed to flee

If I keep laying here I won't have long
Life has become even more bleak
But I am finally going to have to be strong
Even though I have become so weak

Every high comes with a low
And its time for me to pay
I have to climb out of this hole
And there is only one way

It took blood sweat and tears
But at my weakest I had drive
I have done more then just face my fears
But I have made it out alive
Eric Martin
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Eric Martin  Canada
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