I started to believe
To hope that I could feel differently
Being someone better
And getting rid of the tiresome old me

I started to smile
To feel peace in things I liked to do
Finding my lost purpose
And telling myself that this joy is true

I started to live
To take one steady step at a time
Moving forward
And stopped caring for the pain of mine

I started…
I don‘t know when I started to go back
Or when I ceased to hold on
Yet I’ve managed to slip through a forgotten crack…

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