Deep inside a wounded heart,
Lies the memory of a childhood start.
Aching pain that won't subside,
Ghosts of memories that never died.
Every day feels like a fight,
Darkness lurking in the light.
Haunted by what was done,
Haunted by what is gone.
Echoes of voices that once were near,
Whispers of sadness that refuse to clear.
Every step feels like a struggle,
Every day seems like a juggle.
But hope shall not be dead,
Healing is just a head.
Courage to move through the pain,
Happy childhood memories to regain.
The past may have left its mark,
But it won't define a life that's stark.
A bright future can still form,
A new chapter can be born.
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Things We Wish We Had Said Or Did.
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