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Memories wash over

     soiled with pain

of things once was

     now loss today

everywhere I go

     and all that I see

remind me of what

     again will never be

can I turn back

     to so long ago

and again find then

     what once was me

waves do call to me

     the road beckons me on

to places were then

     memories will not be

can I break away

     and set myself free

and find somewhere else

     where I might be me

on roads I have not traveled

     and places I have never seen

were others might greet me

     not knowing of me

might I then somewhere

     become a new me

and become someone

     of memories be free