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Between the Walls

In these cold, concrete walls, where shadows reign,
I fight a war within, battling the pain.
Drugs all around me, whispers in the air,
Temptation’s a beast, but I try to stay aware.

Your letters, your voice, they keep me from the edge,
In a world built to break me, you’re my only pledge.
I’m trying to stay sober, but it’s a constant fight,
When darkness surrounds me, you’re my guiding light.

It’s hard to stay true in a place so cold,
Where you have to be tough, you have to be bold.
The man I was outside, he’s fading fast,
I’m forced to wear this mask, a role I didn’t cast.

To survive in here, I’ve had to change my ways,
Think like a hardened soul, count down the days.
Institutionalized, I learn to play the game,
But deep down inside, I’m not the same.

I can’t live two lives, can’t be both men,
The one inside these walls, and the one I was back then.
It’s killing me slowly, piece by piece,
But your love is the only thing that brings me peace.

I dream of the outside, of who I used to be,
But the weight of this life is crushing me.
Yet your faith in me, it keeps me strong,
In this place where everything feels so wrong.

So I hold on to your love, like a lifeline tight,
In the darkest hours, in the dead of night.
For when the time comes, and these bars are no more,
I’ll find my way back to the man you adore.

But until that day, I’ll fight to stay true,
In this hell, your love is all that gets me through.
I’m living one life, the one I must to survive,
But with you in my heart, I’ll keep hope alive.

~ DeAnna Epperson

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