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This gift of life I was given 
was chance not a decision
drifted far from others living 
a scaredy pants chances missing

So here I go writing about this life I'm given
the indecision the empty soul and painful mission

No Hell no that wont flow
I'm a has been and have been 
unhappy because I haven't been happening

Stationary boots rooted in
it makes me vexed fused and spasm
relaxed myself out of routine
a complete loss of enthusiasm 

I've gone to far to ever come back
have I suck I won't have that
negative air shows me false facts 
positive air on a counter attack 

I have ambition to climb the peak
though cloud hides it out of sight
I'm on one now though I am weak
salvage pride and out to fight

Been knocked down locked down at rock bottom
so up's the only way to go
I wont be stopped because life got rotten
coming back is all I know

So when I talk of suicide 
it's just to give my mind a break
cus I feel how I feel inside
eternal Hell's what I can take

Cus hiding doesn't mean defeat
it's survival through the act of retreat
you can't turn the cold to the heat
but seasons rotate and heat repeat

So I may be at a loss and beaten
but fear my butt cus it's still breathing
and though my soul's slashed and bleeding
my core's a core you should believe in

I will fight despite the fear and overwhelming anxiety
I challenge it it disappears I'll waltz back to society

Though I'm mift I've more to give
I live this gift this life I live
I dig deep for reserves with which
I won't give up like a beech!!

I, Nick Trim, will never give in!

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