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There are some bad things in my past.
I’ve tried to move on but it doesn’t last. Self forgiveness is a very hard task. There are some bad things in my past. Why do I feel this awful pain? My thoughts have become so inane. What is wrong inside my brain? Why do I feel this awful pain? Why can’t I be like others seem? I look the same but inside I scream. Why can’t this bad side be a dream? Why can’t I be like others seem? I feel like I have lost control. Like something’s pulling at my soul. Sucking me down into a hole. I feel like I have lost control. Something is coming that I hate. It’s something that I can not sate. It’s hard to fight what you think is fate. Something’s coming that I hate. I don’t want to be who I used to be, But that person is still in me. I feel him wanting to be free. I don’t want to be who I used to be. The urge to backslide holds me tight. When I’m tired and out of fight. I’ve lost what’s wrong and what is right. The urge to backslide holds me tight. When life is hard and the road is long, I try to think of that simple song. They are weak but he is strong. When life is hard and the road is long.
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