Crawling out of the Underworld


Trying to live, but dying on the inside. Crawling my way to the sun as I get beaten and tortured, feeling myself getting weaker. But I want to get stronger to show them I can live through what they have done to me, to prove that I'm not finished with them yet. But sadly right now, I'm still dying a slow and painful death.

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