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I was down in the concrete.



My heart felt outside my chest.



The tears escaped my eyes.



Fighting back the years.



I was so down I wanted to die.



Rock bottom 6 feet under



Somehow I escaped it all



With more scars but breathing.



Now I can smile.



I stood up and dusted the concrete off.



~*~Kesha~*~