What doesn't kill you
Makes you wish you were dead
What doesn't destroy you
Leaves you broken again
Makes you wish
That you where home again
In a sea of depression
With weights on your ankles
There's no way out
Your lungs are collapsing
You just stop breathing
You reach out for something
But nothing is there
But with one last breath of hope
She reaches out and takes your hand
And suddenly
Everything is ok
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