This here is for anybody who’s ever looked in the mirror and barely recognized the face staring back.
See, when you come up with nothing, life teaches you to fight with the scraps you get. Maybe it’s hunger, maybe it’s emptiness, but either way, you start running—sometimes from everything, sometimes straight into whatever numbs the pain. I found mine in bottles and bags, thinking it would stop the ache, keep the truth out. Nights blurred, trust got broken, love got poisoned. People talk about addiction like it’s a choice—but most times, it’s just a hole too deep to climb, and the world is quick to look away.
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You always have to answer to you, so you gotta stay true, if not when you look in the mirror all you'll see is a fool, See legacies are built with or without guilt, what will the world know about you when all is through, So trust and believe it's all up to you.
Bad relationships, fake friends, everyone got their own demons. You start telling yourself this is all you deserve. But there comes a day—maybe it’s a cold morning, maybe it’s years of losing, maybe it’s someone you love crying because of what you’ve become—when you just can’t do it no more. You see a tiny bit of light and for once, you want that more than the darkness.
Turning your life around don’t mean you forget the street, the pain, or the people you lost. That’s your story. Every scar is proof you survived what should’ve ended you. Healing ain’t pretty or quick, but it’s real. You start respecting yourself—even the broken parts. Maybe you don’t trust easy. Maybe you still get tempted. But now, you got a reason to get up and fight.
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You always have to answer to you, so you gotta stay true, if not when you look in the mirror all you'll see is a fool, See legacies are built with or without guilt, what will the world know about you when all is through, So trust and believe it's all up to you.
You walk different now. You help someone who looks lost, because you see yourself in them. Every day clean, every honest love, every real laugh—they’re victories. And you know your past lives in you forever, but it don’t control you now. You take your pain, your history, and you let it make you wise, not bitter.
Never forget where you came from, but never let it stop you from becoming somebody new. If you made it out of that life, you can do anything. That’s your power.
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