Deeds Found

Late nights cause me to relapse
Early mornings are faced with rude awakening
Then I’m faced with reality
And all I see is a lifeless reflection
Growth was never the attire I was suited for
Fear was more of the excuse I played it for
The escapades wouldn’t stop
Deeds were comforted
Lies are told
Guilty in the middle of it all
I deserved to win the battles but not the war
I wore thin
How bold am I now
Bold enough to know
Freedom has its casualties

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