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Sep 2013
How did I let myself go down to that place?
Dying slowly as I sped up and down the interstate
Everything had been great
Until reality came crashing with all it's weight
And I felt like a waste
Bleeding out half dead and disgraced
Forever hopeless forever displaced
My dreams shattered and misplaced
They all died there in that place
The searing memory of the look on your face
As I screamed and clawed at the ground
Just trying to plead my case
Withdrawal set in, from the drugs and from myself
I didn't foresee ever getting out
Normalcy didn't exist for me; it hurt so bad I shout
And screamed and clawed at the ground
Do you know what its like to dig a hole so deep
That from the inside it looks just like a grave
And you know you might not make it out alive
After all the love you gave
At that point my only choice was to be brave
I knew that God wouldn't come and save me
As I am standing here before you can you see
That that person is not who I wanted to be
I dug myself out of my own grave and I'm alive
I've been through so much and I've survived
You aren't the only one who is surprised
I was sure I would die by 25
Somehow now I am here with you today
I am damaged now but I know I'll be ok
And I'm ready to get going on our way
Through treacherous roads to a better place
A place where we are sound and safe
Where the darkness only comes when it is late
If you look closely you can see the dirt under my nails
Do you know what that dirt entails?
Its a sign that life is so frail
I was buried alive but I refused to fail
I'm stronger now, and smarter too
I've learned from what I've been through
Now there is only one thing left to do
Have to keep pushing onward upward always
Through harsh nights and desolate days
Through mist and through mistakes you've made
Don't ever stop climbing up
Don't ever admit that you've had enough
Even if you have to dig yourself up
And out of a grave that you dug yourself
Even if maybe you think you belong there
If you give up you'll die
I know it's hard but dig yourself out of the grave
Keep living so you can feel alive
Timothy Kenda
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Timothy Kenda  Worcester
(Worcester)   
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