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As the sands of time fall And collect in a mound I stop and reflect On the wisdom I've found For every day is a lesson A subject to learn And by the end of the day Priceless knowledge is earned
As I lay here with my thoughts..thoughts of reflection. Thinking about the hearts I mishandled carelessly, breaking them after adding them to my collection.
They say the past is unimportant or that you should let it go, but how can it be unimportant  when I smell the Febreeze and cigarette smoke intertwining to take me back to my childhood home
Lay in bedTry to drown out my thoughts With music written from hurt Think of the walkAnd what I would have saidIf emotions were in check
A silver-backed glass staring back
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