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Holding on was all I used to know

when speaking the truth was the key to letting go.

Little did I know I had a trapped soul.

Lost in a game where I thought I had no control.

I'd hold on, I'd beg, I'd plee

please oh would somebody please love me.

I held on to being their preferred identity

chizzled in conformity 

the only comfort I found was when he'd beg please-

and then take hold of me 

as I began losing hold of my dignity

I was holding on to a false reality

losing the essence of who I could be.

Until one day I found out truth, love and understanding

were all I needed to keep rebuilding myself soul deep

Never forgettin the Elements that made my history.

Now life's about being free

free from the stigmas and opinions of those who leave me

free- as I begin to feel the love within radiating

free- as I walk aware through this journey

becoming who I'm destined to be

free- becauses holding on only caused more grief.