The Past

So many things said,
Then I walked ahead.
So many things done,
Thinking about no one.

Fate had chosen I walk alone
Lots of burdens I was shown.
I had fallen very deep, below
Because I lost my soul long ago.

Now it seems I'm fading,
Scared and lonely, trying
From the world not to hide,
Hurting on the inside.

Getting to the point of no return,
Starting knowing what I really yearn,
Suddenly I shake up
And then I wake up.

Another day has passed,
Thinking about the past,
Analizing to know what to do...
Because I want to break through!!

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