From haunted past, nightmares do harass.
Wishes for change; not to be, Alas!
With fresh thinkings mind freeing,
from thoughts of just being.
Future’s hope of faith welcome;
to erase, the everlasting glum,
the day after day drone,
Or better yet wishes of unalone.
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