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Keep your head up.

The smoke leaves my lungs and fogs my room just like my mind in a grey cloud, for all I'm doing is making the air heavy, making the air as heavy as I can for I bathe in grey clouds, the slight glimmer of darkness is all I need to elope to the Damian only one of you know.

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We talked about this, I couldn't do it and I wouldn't dare shatter the future were all craving.
They say it happens more so by those victimised, yet I can tell you it takes a lot to bring us down or more importantly me.
It's crumbled at my feet before, all I had was the clothes on my back and a confused expression that won't leave my slender face.

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There comes a time when we, as adults make a stand and admit our mistakes, he couldn't and he chose the darkest of springs in which to drown his problems.
Yes I'm blood, and statics are somewhat right otherwise the foundation they stand on is lies, but my battles are on going.

It's an every day challenge to get out of bed and rejoice each day for everyday my world changes, what I thought of yesterday isn't today.
I'm twenty three and sadly, mistaking the present for the past I never had.

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From the grey cloud comes a beaten sun bearing down on my shoulders.
I haven't felt the weight lift off in a while, for the changing dynamics are brought of by the factors in which I see reality.
Tomorrow is a new day, regardless of the fact it's three am, when I wake up I'm making it a settled foundation, bring back the sunshine I crave and the simple pleasures of that life I never had.

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Think to yourself about this, but think again, it's nothing nor will it ever be about you.

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