One step forward two steps back no sense to look back. Time to clean out the closet. Let go of the darkness that is so deeply rooted in my torn soul. Let in the light no more tears no more screams. It will be a hard fight a long winding road out. Always thought I was strong. I'm not strong! I'm a survivor I'm not even that! I have been dead and lost for so many years. Addicted to people idiots who just make me suffer. The ones who created the scared little boy who never grew up. Stuck in a pattern and dependent on my own demons. Trapped in a life without living! Scared of being let down and abandoned again. Afraid of being hated for who I am. So scared of myself. Never again! Everything end here where it all began. One step forward two steps back
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One step forward two steps back!
One step forward two steps back no sense to look back. Time to clean out the closet. Let go of the darkness that is so deeply rooted in my torn soul. Let in the light no more tears no more screams. It will be a hard fight a long winding road out. Always thought I was strong. I'm not strong! I'm a survivor I'm not even that! I have been dead and lost for so many years. Addicted to people idiots who just make me suffer. The ones who created the scared little boy who never grew up. Stuck in a pattern and dependent on my own demons. Trapped in a life without living! Scared of being let down and abandoned again. Afraid of being hated for who I am. So scared of myself. Never again! Everything end here where it all began. One step forward two steps back
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