No matter how hard i try
to make the past die
make the memories
fade away
as for my enemies
my father remains
in my thoughtful drownd memories
as my energy drains
my eyes close
ears listening to beautifully played out harmonies
falling asleep
in a dream i wheep
replaying my thoughts
like a broken record
with drops
of tears
adding my worst fears
slowly waking up
just to start all over
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