If hav to just sit back and think
The scattered pieces of my life, i wudn no how to link
Some scattered here and some else where
Moments and memories spread everywhr..
Life seems to be taking a strange turn
Then why do I feel my heart burn
Is it the end or a beginnin of something new..
Questions are many but answers are few
Both of them still being completely new..
And they continue to be completely new..
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