There are times, when all is still,
I go back, into my past! I wonder
why, this happens, for now, the
dye, is cast! All the things, I think
about, happened so long, ago!
Things, I should have forgotten
about, but obviously, never let go!
Consciously, these thoughts, never
enter my mind! But, whatever
happens, during the time of silence,
is quite a mystery, I find! I really feel
uncomfortable, when these thoughts,
come back to me, for it puts me, in a
melancholy mood. But I've learned, it's
best to keep myself busy, than sitting
around and brood!
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