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streaking my face are the tears of anger and pain,
at the life I have led,
for the mistakes that I've made.
the scars yet unseen by the world,
leave their mark upon my soul,
forever more they will remind me the pain I have'nt let go.
when can I be free of my burden,
this burning inside of the paths wrongly taken,
become the prison of my heart.
where can I turn if not within?
can I just fly high and away from all the pain inside?