In shadows deep, where trust takes a sleep, i built my walls, so my heart wouldn't weep. Promises shattered, like glass on the floor, Now barefoot I walk, not hurting anymore."
I walk this path alone, through the thorns and the stone, Reaping what I sow, watching how the cold winds blow.Didn't ask for much, just a gentle touch Now I rise above, fueled by tough love."
Our bridges I burned, lit a path to escape,
From expectations that twisted my fate
They said I'd return, crawling back in
But the air up here's cleaner then its ever been.
"Then the mirror showed a fighter, stronger than before, Ready to break free and settle the score. No longer seeking approval, no longer in chains, I write my own ending, through sunshine and rains."
I walk this path alone, through the thorns and the stone, Reaping what I sow, watching how the cold winds blow. Didn't ask for much, just a gentle touch, Now I rise above, fueled by tough love
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Natalie Heisey (Pseudonym) (
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The tough paths of life displayed in this life. Well done
Yeah, sometimes you just have to seek pastures new for your own sanity.
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