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Fighting Addiction.
And the days feel the same. They all say my name. Clouds pour the rain. I feel the pain. There's emptiness in my bed. I need to clear my head. Don't remember what I did yesterday. Everything stays the same. In my mind. But this time...
And everyday feels like the rest. Not one of them is the best. Some feel like a test. I'm waiting for what's next. Locked inside is a shy little girl. She's so afraid to explore the world. Don't remember half of what I'm supposed to. Feel so lost, locked inside a room. In my mind. But this time...
I want to wake up to an open door. Feel the waves of an open shore. Let the sun shine on my face. For once, quicken the pace. I want to believe. I can feel free. Just once in my life. Feel just right. Watch the sun set over a mountain. Wake up just to do it again. Beautiful girl. Beautiful life. Here I am.
I needed conviction. To stop this addiction. I'm messed up in the head. But, hey, at least I'm not dead. Call my name. I'm to blame. Mistakes I've made. But I'm here today. Oh. Here I am, fighting the addiction.

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