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A Decade Older
Ten years fighting the wind
Chasing these tales like memories between my shins
Thinking forgiveness would come
If I could out run my sins
Oh how such selfishness can prevent from you looking within
You read books searching for something
Pick up pens to write down words you wish you’d said
And birthed is the story you've lived
Where the hero starts out and ends up alone
And you’re still the same heartbroken kid
A decade older and still not atoned for
It felt like a devil, this chip on my shoulder
No angel counter argued, so I grew colder
Ran so far you couldn’t find me
Or so I figured
And so I figured that was it
Yet the wind blows and gales
Forgets and fails to forget you yet again
