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Life's Flashbacks
The pain pushes me back into recurring depression.
Tender tears roll down my face.
My thoughts are awash inside the fog.
I want my youth back.
Silence follows the morning with misty memories.
It's a one way road with no turning back.
I feel the familiar paranoia.
The whispering fear of my being's conscience becomes reality.
I already walked through that door.
I turn over again in bed.
I watch myself trying to sleep.
It's a dream of utopian blues.
I wake up in a panic.
I was sure I paid my dues in advance.
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