In my heart a story resides,
and yet inside my soul divides.
Towards the light and laughter,
I know my future lays.
The other half drifts to lonelier days.
Memories of past,
And pains of long ago,
Run through my mind, painfully slow.
I live each day over,
when I close my eyes
Wet tears on my face,
each morning I rise.
The days may be gone,
long dead and past,
yet for the rest of my days,
those heartaches will last.
My future is brighter,
my vision is clear.
My past I bury deep,
and hold new days dear.
In my heart a story resides,
yet inside my soul divides
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