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Second chances.

I think it's time to look outside your soul and see all what's become of your life, it may shock you, scare you and might hate yourself for what's become but the only way to improve yourself is to remind yourself of the past and take each step with a deep breath for tomorrow is all you have poor child.

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It's a bitter pill to swallow, even at the best of times, but crumbling in my kitchen and accepting the fact I need help was more then I could handle.

It was taken from me as quick as I received it, all that blossomed inside the sweet dream is now a tiny fabricated lie on my reality.
A constant reminder of everything I wanted and wished for, the simple life I crave is something I wish I didn't.

It hurts the most when I recall it, but I can't help but smile at your cheeky face, the simple expression is all I need to fall back, take back everything I've built and everything I've worked hard for, for one more chance.

I've made a little nest out of my life lately, I've slowly taken a step back from everything and everyone in the hope to better my ideals and find some inner peace, but it hasn't worked, all I've done is push myself further away from the truth that's not beside me.

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We have to break down and hit rock bottom to see the light that's always been on top of our heads.
It's not easy, but we do it anyway, build up the courage to fight for something better.

Hope is all we have.

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