The Cure

The road was rough and long before the end
To find escape I had to ride the pain
At times some told me it was just pretend
But I knew that the drought was real as rain
I lost so much through fear and hopeless thought
Belief that I would never be the same
I lost myself through tears and fire I sought
To find a blissful cure to pause the train

A year would pass before my mind was free
And at the end the cure I found was me

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