I turn inside of myself - look back into my past - into nothing - the best time in life - barely present I wish I could go back - tell that little nice boy to be stronger - to be brave but I can't - he had his chance I burn - scream - I despair on (3) these thoughts of the past I realize that I had barely lived but just existed - it's too late now and my thoughts feed on this grief - the grief creates tears that burn my skin unable to ease the pain - I float in hoplessness for the time is gone and the boy is a man now the end - a beginning for everything flows and we live to change - live to learn the future's still open and to be lived like the past has been wasted with hope in my heart I look forward
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