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Shadows of the Past
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Inspiration Part of me died.
The love that existed within my spiritual heart
has particles of disappointments that renders me numb for I feel not anymore
but tear the moments that kept my other parts alive.
I fear the last breath I take would be filled with such pain.
For I am blind because life that I knew is covered by such darkness.
I hear sounds through the dark.
Whispers of opportunities. Shadows of the past.
Yet I'm scared of what might unfold.
I only wish I had a true home.
I roam this earth for years and yet to find that light.
Every night I pray for another day of chance.
Something different.
Something more.
Before I lay to rest.
