As I walk memory lane,
My feet stop in fear,
Though I never felt this feeling before, the grass tickles my feet
The silent stares are over bearing,
My past is with me today chaos reaches me near I try and run,
The feeling is too strong,
I can’t move they have me on the ground I try to pick up the pieces,
I run faster.
My past has caught up with me,
Pointing fingers, awkward space I’m crammed up and I don’t
Have anywhere else to go.
So I slowly close my eyes as I hear a blow.
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