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Light at the end of the tunnel, they say..

There are times I don't know who I am,
And don't appreciate what I have.
My face often numb, an empty heart.
Tears on the run, feels like so long since I've seen the sun.

I put on a brave face, act like there is nothing wrong.
In reality it's like I'm near to hit the ground.
I try to be strong and wear a tough outward shell,
But sometimes it feels like I'm living in my own worst hell.

It's like you're on a carousel that never stops turning,
And you can't get out.
Your head is hurting, and your body is getting sore,
And in that moment, you wish you were never born.

The little girl inside me is longing to be seen,
When she feels so frightened as she`s ever been.
I wish I could turn back time, then maybe,
I could have done things differently and shine.

There is a light at the end of the tunnel they say.
I've seen it before, so I know it's true,
But this time it's like I'm in a deeper blue.
I tried so hard though, not to cut,
Then ended up doing nothing but.

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