The Dark room

Sometimes I remember the dark room
And how I lived in it for many years
Sometimes I remember the feeling
How is like to live in negativity and darkness
As I come out from my deepest abyss
And breathe the air, the sun touching my skin
I remember the darkness and its feeling
And I said to myself with a smile on my face
I won't go back anymore...
Its time to breathe and be free...
It's time to soar and live...

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