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I look at myself I see an empty soul. Insides a battle fighting for control. Seeming like a struggle falling deeper in a hole. Getting harder to play this happy go lucky role.

How do you face yourself when hate is what you see. Shame from my disappointments spitting at the face thats me. If there was somewhere I could hide I'd be running in full speed. Run from all my thoughts run to follow my dream. Anything to give me hope something to believe. 

But until I fill this hole I'll always feel incomplete. Just see it daily and know its out my reach. Knowing what I can offer just never seemed enough. And no one else could convince me because I believe it so damn much.