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the past, so slowly speaks
the past, so slowly speaks
invading spaces(holes now breeding
every inch of memory creaks
gather thoughts, monstrous feeling
time flashes, brings me along
down a valley) now I'm falling
a different yet familiar song
mixture of hope and failure calling
entangling my feet, my fingers
bound by enemy lies
taking territory as still lingers
a temptation still compromised
thrown around every turn
trying to separate fact and fiction
confusion will never learn
stuck in silence when I listen
