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Aug 2015
At the end of it all
These walls will fall
And the naked truth
Of your misspent youth
Will stalk your night
And bring to light
The shadowed ways
Of your formative days
But shed your fears
And save your tears,
Your past will not define you.
niamh
Written by
niamh  Ireland
(Ireland)   
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