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Traces of the past- Still exist in my mind,

Some memories still last- Others have been washed away with time.

I still remember the days- When I used to walk through blind,

Blind folded by my thoughts- Searching for something I'd never find.

Believing in some things- That I really didn't believe,

But since birth those things- Had been instilled in me.

Finally breaking out- Of this person I had been molded,

Starting all over- Like a second birth- But I was older.

Thinking for myself- Finally facing all my fears,

Colliding with the pain- Face began getting drenched by my tears.

I hid within myself- Keeping it away from my peers,

Couldn't show my weakness- And it ate at me for years.

The things that were once clear- Began getting hazy,

The calmness I once knew- Suddenly turned into crazy.

It's amazing- The transformation I have gone through,

Happiness still evades me- But I am sure it's long due.

There's a path that's been left- Which will remain till I grow old,

It allows you to see my world- Just follow the footprints on my soul.







Michael C. Lucas