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Retracing my steps
My path not yet really clear
Steps forward I fear
Time has opened my mind
Door ajar to fresh new thoughts
Old ones unrefined
Thought all of humanity
Was cruel and unkind
Thought my heart was their target
Not how they're designed
Often tell myself
If I had millions to spend
Couldn't buy me time.
Please lend me an ear
Though you hold me close , please hear
When and why I fear.
How then , does love end
When like acid their words burn ,
right through to your soul.

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