As a little kid I used to go out and play
no problems or worries, and every day
I felt alive.
Hopes and dreams holding on to me
exceptional and promising,
but never did I see
a dark mass, coming from behind
an empty vision, ready to remind me
all that I am, and never will be.
My mind, a continuous game
that I can never restrain.
The past is dead.
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