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Hold on
How did I step back,
I won't let this win.
How did I get here,
on the verge of doing it again?
You push me to the edge,
i just can’t take it no more.
I've built up so much anger,
My scars are getting sore.
Trying to fight it,
wanting to hold back.
Craving to be numb,
holding in my hand what I lack.
Walk away,
Fight the disease.
Clutch my fists and run.
Keep busy,
keep clean.
Keep holding on...
