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I eat away my thoughts
Hoping to find a way out
They're in the back of my mind
Disappointment being left behind
Like baggage I can't get rid of
I try to forget all the mistakes
But it's a part of me that I can't erase
But I can only move on
And hope one day I'll set myself free
And be able to live my life out in peace
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Vintagely Me
Poetryvin•tage (noun) the year or place in which wine, especially wine of high quality, was produced.
