All your happy feelings
Died inside your head.
They are all too real,
Monsters in the basement.
It's ok to start again,
It is not insanity.
Past is like a paper plane,
Wind is like a flame.
Throw your past into the sea
Like a heavy stone.
Just like present, past's a gift,
Thank him and move on.
You don't need to suffer
Just to keep yourself alive.
Memories and troubles,
Left it all behind.
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© Copyright: Карай Зиганшин, 2021
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