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Room of Growth

I was down and out, I had to find a way to cope I was lonely and needed guidance, I had to keep on I don't need a bandage because it's from my heart I bleed from I've been learning a lot about myself in the room of Growth Can you forgive me if I let out all of this anger and rage? I've came to realise that even when I'm in danger I'm safe Because a man with no fear of death has nothing to lose You'll never be successful if Society tells you that you have something to prove I ended up hurt from some of the people I walked with I couldn't help myself, I flirted with every girl that I talked with I was using girls as a bandage to hide the pain I didn't want to feel I thought sex would cure everything, but it was a hug from a certain girl that helped me to heal a man is always stronger when he has a female by his side I don't miss her, but I'm thankful she was mine at that time in my life When I was down and hurt, she gave me a hand Some girls are amazing at healing the wounded man I pour the Brandy and drink the Liquor slow Mesmerised by this girl in the club on the stripper pole I'm just a paying Customer, wishing I could play a bigger role But I'm too damaged from previous relationships, So I won't fit the mold Memories I don't want to remember Play on my mind I have a Million thoughts a day so it's hard to get my poetry to stay in the lines I apologise because at times my rhymes are all over the place But I'm an average poet at best, I'll never be great I was down and out, I had to find a way to cope I was lonely and needed guidance, I had to keep on I don't need a bandage because it's my heart where I bleed from I learned a lot about myself in the room of Growth

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