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I learn to pick my battles.If I fall, I get back in the saddle.Dust myself off and try again.It's gonna hurt every now and then.When the pressure's on..
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I have to fight you off in my sleep still,If there's a way I can get past this,then I will.I'll "Just get over it." like a paper cut.Yup, I was abused..
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So sick of the silence, the fear, the pain , the debilitation.Existing in this world, alone, not alone. Lost, but not lost. Maybe it's all a hallucina..
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