My own personal hell

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There was a time

When I lost the will to live

With an empty heart 

I had nothing to give


I dreamed of being normal

So that i can walk and run

I felt like over my head 

Someone was holding a gun


Suffering was a normal routine

I cried to breathe

People judged me as a fake

But I hoped victory to meet


Happiness was a stranger

Never thought i would experience it

Sadness was a close friend

Who was conspiring to kill me


Blast from the past

Still makes my body shiver

But I outlived and defeated it

In some shadow I made it disappear

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