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Sep 2018
Sitting in my chair
I start letting go that part me
Playing nervously with my hair
I can finally breathe
I was trapped inside
The web of lies I have woven.
I am finally but not completely free
My heart smiling slightly
The world looks a little bit brighter
I have proven myself to be a fighter
One day I will get the courage to end it all
Till then I will stand tall
Not taking the great fall
Stopped banging my head against the wall
Stopped guzzling the alcohol
Stopped feeling as if I got hit by a cannonball
Now I am sleeping at nightfall
Secrets Are Made To Hide
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