Free
I often think about my past
thankfully it did not last
Ive been hurt
I deserved a cast
but there is no such thing for a heart
all of this led to a world fallen apart
It seems that at times of the lowest
Everyone esle seems to be at their highest
As if its a contest to leave only one depressed
My feelings didnt matter to the rest
Lucky is the man that early realizes
that no one cares
It is the care to his self that no one shares
Lucky is the man that early realizes
that the sun will set and rise
despite whether he's dead or alive
This is where my past had led me
However, this is history
Free
This is the word that describes me
Free from emotional captivity
I live life happily
in stability
Happiness comes from within my soul
Society plays no role
I often think about my future
And now that I am more mature
I know that whatever I endure
will not leave me to suffer forever
The sun will always come out
It will make my insides warmer
This I do not doubt
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