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As I looked around,
I watched my world collapse.
crying to be free,
trying to be me,
Inside I was dying.

Anger and pain filled my heart,
along with joy and a sense of relief.
I fought like hell to get out, 
sometimes I say fuck it,
and want to fight like hell to get it back.

Drugs and alcohol,
violence and pain,
I did it and I caused it.
I didn't care.
I didn't want to care.

Pressure to be perfect,
the perfect student,
the perfect daughter,
the perfect EVERYTHING.

This is my life,
sometimes assume,
most times dreadful,
hoping the day will end, 
so maybe it can be happy tomorrow.

I cling to love,
to stay away from the past,
I fear all I use to be,
and all I use to do.

You where my savior,
you where my friend,
you were there when noone else was,
you helped me through the bad,
and somewhere along life's path,
you became everything I needed.
Posted: 2005-11-05 18:18:00 UTC

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