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Opening Up

Some days it’s harder than it seems.

Every day I walk on the road to live my dreams.

Every day I want to cry, but I won’t because I won’t let the spirit die.

No matter what I do I want to let it all go, and for a minute stop pretending my life is just a show.

I never open up about my battle I always have to fight.

I don’t know how many times I need to kill my demons to try to find a new light.

I don’t really open up because no one would understand.

I don’t open up because I’m already weak and I just don’t seem to be so tall when I fall to the floor and don’t stand.

The truth always hurts me, but here I am battling like always as I’m fulfilling my destiny.

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