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Find Myself


Find Myself Tonight I faced my daemons I am not afraid They’ve road me ‘til my ends wit I’m done Anger is no longer my weapon Hatred is no longer my shield I am my own force field A baby seeing its first light This new life is not frightening It is intriguing I am not afraid The knife has once cut me deep The wound slowly heeling I am nearly myself Gone is the incessant ache Once bound to a hollow hell Black, no longer my aura I’m set free Mark these words They are true I am real That of a true person True heart And true humanity I am almost healed A soul set free A heart once endangered I am finally free Nightmares now sweet dreams Fears now incompetent foes Freedom now obtained I now have a life worth living I am finally who I want to be I have finally found myself You shell of a former self But me through and through
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