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Old Wounds

Life is strange
It keeps rearranging
Yet I remain fix
In this strange place
Who is to blame
Should I be ashame
That I can’t change
So I remain the same
So attached to the pain
That I gave it a lovely name
But there’s no fame, no reward or gain
For staying stuck holding all this pain
It’s time to let it go or burn in flame
Wouldn’t it be such ashame to be buried with all this pain …