Sharks of my past
I feel dead inside,
Moving through life like a zombie,
No motivation,
Not experiencing life as I should be,
My past has destroyed me,
No chance of a future,
It's like I'm in the middle of the ocean,
Circled by the sharks of my past,
And if I try to escape,
If I move to much,
If I try to progress,
I'll be ripped apart,
My past is eating me from the inside out,
There is a deep black abyss in my heart,
It is destroying my life,
It is killing me,
I fell like I'm already dead.
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