it hurts,
it stings,
waiting around for something to change.
making believe that everything will get better,
minute by minute,
breathing in and breathing out.
taking charge,
making decisions,
as you lock up the cage.
the pain becomes unbearable,
and you know the time is near,
to get out of this depression bout.
shit or get off the pot,
either keep it or cut all ties,
this is what it means to finally live...
and not just survive.
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