I'm stronger, I'm tougher but life seems rougher.
Things are really bad I spend the day staring at my shoes.
But lifting my chin to look at the sky makes me stronger than I knew.
My life began inside the cave I was constantly confused.
Each night was relief the mimick of death. Except for the nightmares they scared me to death.
I've physically left but my soul remained. Still tortured and caged I lost my way.
Finding my way to the new life I've started.
I'm finding it hard but must finish what I've started.
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