I grew up fast
I grew up fast with affliction and trail.
I struggled with addiction, but I was in denial.
I lost a lot along the way,
Some things I still think about to this day.
I had to walk, felt like a hundred miles
Down every long and twisted isle.
I was hoping my childish ways would fade,
But for some reason I couldn´t escape.
It wasn´t until I was put on file,
I knew I needed to walk for a longer while.
For that longer while, things started to change.
Now this is me, the man that I became.
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