Suffering for all this time, I've slowly died inside. These bleeding wounds have not yet healed and i can't escape the pain. Now i need to find the strenght to leave it all behind. My past won't be my fate and my scars won't hold me down. I have to save myself. Memories, they haut my life, nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, trapped again in my own hell, I face the truth alone, when all is said and done, you can't keep looking back. So, dry those tears and wish the pain away...
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