As I walk down this familiar street,

Seeing familiar people

hearing that familiar beat

I realise what I call my life

Is nothing but fragmented peace.

A life interrupted by battle and war

Love and hate

rich and poor.

I hear the shouts of those around,

And the shouts from in my head.

My head, filled with hidden ghosts,

Unwanted Memories,

Regrets and guilt.

Of places that I'll always be...

In this familiar street.

The End

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