The Past

No where to go, no way out,

Trapped on a street with no alternate route,

Caught in the game that no one can win,

Suffocating in this sea of sin,

Nothing's the same, nothing's gone right,

Like the end of a tunnel with no visible light,

At a dead end, this is real pain,

And all those lovers still whisper my name,

No where to run, not an option to hide,

Here all alone without a secret to confide,

Everything I have ever been through, at last,

Are nothing but memories in my meaningless past.

The End

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