Your former self
the one on a shelf.
It may rise from the dead
amidst the noise in your head.
Things will never be the same, though
your struggle never be lame, bro.
You gotta just find the right time and place
and the good people to see you not as a face,
but the person your are becoming.
Your demons will stop running
and there will be peace.
You hold the key to your release.
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Author:
buzzybee4you (
Offline) - Published: October 26th, 2024 18:01
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Comments1
A motivational poem that does the magic!
Thank you
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