alone, confused and torn
twisted, tormented, and cursed
inside wars rage on
needing to release anger
everyone goes against me
spitting on my face
making me small and weak
alone, confused and torn
twisted, tormented, and cursed

one day
I was defeated
giving up...
in the darkness
a bright light beamed
looking up and seeing you
in all of your beauty
knees go weak
having will power to go on
I fight and now feel alive
because of you
I will be

our
story
continues




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