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6d
Gone are the days
That I wouldn’t change
Gone are the ways
That I could have changed
Gone are my friends
Who got through the day
Gone is my hope
That kept me from pain

It’s too late to make amends
My insignificant life is at wits end
I can’t get up from off my bed
I can’t believe it’s all in my head

The memories live through me
By the scars of irresponsibility
They all come back to haunt me
Yet again
Written by
Cercis Walsh  18/M/New England
(18/M/New England)   
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