Sick of planing each of my battles for what it would take to move forward
Scared that no matter the efforts I'll always stay cornered
Lost in thoughts - like 'how could i ever learn to control them'
Sink deeper into the toll of 'what if i never learn to destroy them'Tired of kicking myself to the kurb just to prove my worth
Can't ever tell if identity changed for better or worse
Took me a year to feel stable but now that shit might just throw me back to the cable
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With The Sun I Will Rise
PoetryCome along for the journey, let's see how this goes.