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Calling on memories of long ago,
Now wishing I was still then,
Before my life was filled with hatred,
To make things the way they should have been.

The past cannot be changed,
Mind full of unobtainable dreams,
Causing internal torture,
While my suffering spirit screams.

Past and present filled with torment,
Only free when I sleep,
So with every waking moment,
I almost want to weep.

The desire to sleep forever,
Tickles the back of my mind,
Haunting me daily,
For it seems happiness I’ll never find.