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Memories slowly grow fainter and time expands
No one can fill my desolate heart’s demands
The truth is fading in dim contrast
Eternity could not erase the past
I dream up ways of escaping what I’ve become
But fantasies, reveries, all quickly succumb
A million voices shadow my breath
Figures linger with the taste of death
My past mistake shifts, a haunting ghost
What has become a scapegoat at most
Scraping away the essence of life, of love
And stepping out of dreams I took hold of
What needs to be done and the choices at hand
Are often away from what the heart can withstand
Truth is fading as I fall into habits of old
Shoved into this world spirling, uncontrolled