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The past is the past for a reason,  That is where it’s supposed to stay. But some cannot let it go, A prisoner of my past I will stay. 
I’ve made mistakes, yes it’s truePunished for life inside this tombMy growing fear has spelled my doomAlone forever, yes it’s true Punished for life inside this tombNo one hears me, yes it’s trueAlone forever, yes it’s trueMoved from box to box by
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