Memories hold me on past,
I want to break out, but can't find from
what.
Is it going to last?
If so, there I will struggle a lot.
The thing is I can't accept who I really am,
Feeling awkward in all possible ways.
In the end, I will forgive them,
But not myself, I am afraid to face.
When this ends, I will end up being too sad,
Or shall I again smile?
See where it has led,
I've lost the road to my style.
On past
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