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This is me.


I was nothing, but a ball of emotions Depressed, angry, bitter in every way I was nothing, but a hopeless child With nowhere, no one to turn to in frustration I was nothing, but a cold-hearted reptile Seeing my family as my own enemy, Wishing it would burn in hell. Wishing to be indifferent Tired of getting emotional Ready to leave everything behind Yet not ready to grow up Blaming everyone, even myself Hating them, hating me Never forgiving Impossible, impossible! Haunted by memories How could I forget? Every single detail Replaying over and over in my head Wait, stop! I don’t want to remember! Must distract myself How do I forget? Let me forget and live in peace Let me run away and live in blissful ignorance Let me just.. I had given up any hope if there was any I was in my deepest despair I was so tired and weary with nothing to spare When My life was changed My heart melted My lips said prayers My hurts healed My peace restored My heart forgave My tears overflowed My burden taken away What I couldn’t let go by myself What I was holding onto with my dear life He was able And set me free This is how Me, myself, and I forever changed
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jenice225
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