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In the shadows
I tried to hide
A safe place to hold onto my prideIt started off innocent
endless possibilities was the dream I sought
till this dream consumed everything I ever boughtIt was me against my world
It was me against my family
And now I try to make sense of what has become of my identityIt was just one dollar, that turned into five
Eight years later and this expense has cost my lifeThe mirror tells a story of a hurt little girl
My tired reflection is my own demise
Creating my own hurt and broken worldI now fear the shadow
the silence of the darkness
because it has consumed all that I wasIt started off as an innocent dream
money was going to set me free
now I am consumed in a jail with no bars
and I still don’t know how I let it go this farBut I know I must stop
I know I need help
maybe somewhere there is still hope for me
All I know this is not my destiny -
Love this…it really, does start out that simple Izzi. We make a prison for ourselves…but you know what? We can break out , we can slowly file the bars in the window frames and eventually climb out to freedom!
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thats good honest writing right there, hard to read as it is close to me, but appreciate that we arent alone.
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