I always thought that I was strong, but deep down I knew all along, I wasn't strong enough to face these fears of mine.
Forever marching up that hill, chasing that interim thrill, just to fill the hole I had been missing
When I'm thinking of the old times I look back and see
Even then, I was never truly happy
I often think about the people who have made me who I am
How they'd want me to get up and live this life again
But It's been hard and I've been beaten one too many times
I've finally found my place beside the hill I couldn't climb
I'm so thankful for your kindly piece of mind
I'm sorry to those I have left behind
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Poetry"I beat myself all black and blue From just a single thought of you I didn't know you'd hurt yourself In the way that I did too" -Black and Blue My collection of poetry Thanks~
