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From the beginning I was bred in carelessness.

Dad was ripped away from me a week before I was born, wrong things came together, for my heart to be torn.

Society says I'm already set back some years, and a burden,

I'd think that way, child hood seemed to be a curse.

Wished to die at the fragile age of five, didn't even know what it was to be alive.

Well at twelve I didn't want to know what it was to be alive.

I pitched a tent around my soul and set it aflame, thought who ever created life, should be ashamed.

Parents too full of hate for eachother to try and love me. One night I was done, done with them, done with me.

But that morning when I survived, faintly breathing seeing with drowsy eyes, that was the realest thing I'd ever felt

I didn't feel like I was trapped or being suffocated. I was at peace.

I thank my self for that day, for giving my self another birth.

A day of wisdom, a day of belief, another day on earth.

Physically it was painful, but at least I wasn't numb, not for a second.

From that point I've been growing, finally growing all on my own.

Went through doctors, went through meds, and finally pushed them all away.

I say, "Nothing's going to give unless I live for today".

So I took a stand against my surroundings, and even against my negative self.

I no longer let sorrow and anger determine my health, I took all of my complications and put them on a shelf.

I am proud of my troubles, for they are troubles with which I've delt.