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This will not be a sad song I sing
This will not be a cry It will not be a love song Or sappy lullaby Simply a reality Where I am Who I am And where I wish to be I want to feel the ocean air Blow strong against my face While shadows of vengeance dance On the concrete where I stand To take pride in myself Where I am Who I am And just to not be Where I actually am I can still close my eyes and feel the shards of glass grainy and wet on my face. That moment where I broke my body and all my dreams forever... This will not be a sad song though. I will overcome every obstacle because I am stronger than any current in the waves of life. With the love of my friends and the escape within myself where I find relief I will succeed.
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