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I remember the days,
That have long passed me by.
The days when I've sat,
All alone and cried.
Thinking about things,
I've left all undone.
When I've been inside me,
And felt I'm the only one.
The only one to see,
The pain that surrounds.
The pain in myself,
As I make not a sound.
Not a sound of protest,
And no one seems to know.
That I live my life,
In a series of shadows.
Written: AD June 1996
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