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Shadows of the past,
Sheltering my faded tears,
The salty trails of long ago,
Forever marking the bitter years.

Festering wounds,
Dripping sanities blood,
Slowly the infection spreads,
Like the waters of a flood.

Pain is what I know,
Tormented memory,
The tortured soul within,
Aching to be free.

The past is gone,
Yet always with me,
Obscuring my vision,
Clouding all I see.