Im trying to fight this on going batle its my life, trying to figer out my self wanting to leep off this shelf things are geting dusty its a constent fight to get to the light. Its cloudy its hard to fight there never seems like theres anuf light I dont feel strong anuf Im geting sore but, I keep going noing the darknes is growing and im losing the fight Im nolonger in sight. Its hard to breth, the air is so thik and dry my throt feels tight I feel as if Im going to die. Just when I start to see the light I remember to fight. the constent urge to give in, reles the pain and lose all the fam. but nowing there may be something more out sied thet door. wanting a life out side of thes for walls helps me fall. The lights no longer dull I can see the hall The path in wich I must tack that will defy my fate. I fight to stand on my legs but, their stif and sore fome all this war. the war thith in side my self thats finly off the shelf Im finly finging my self. walking tords the door Im finly rely ready to soare Im no longer traped behind that door Iv managed to fight all throw the night walking tords the right soaring out of thes for walls no longer looked be hind that wall I wilt in side my self. Im free to glide, to find the right pathe after all the fight I finly got a life I all most lost my faith all most lost my life. |
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