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Echoes

Whispering memories softly speak
Hidden deep in my mind
Echoes of a distant me
Living a different time
They embroil me in that world
"Now" just slips away
I cannot stop where I've been
Or change passage of days
The truth will out; it always does
It's not my choice of when
I'll keep trying to reconcile
With no luck, even then
But facing truth is challenging
It will cut to the core
Forced to grow up way too fast
I'm no child anymore
I believe I can survive
Having hope is key
By walking through this fiery hell
Lord willing, I'll be free

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