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My True Self
It storms, but I'm going on,
The best ever years are gone,
Another milestone's behind,
I keep all its lessons in mind.
When haunted by shades of regret,
I feel imperceptible fret,
They paint me what once could be mine
Then sink in a bottle of wine.
I cannot erase my mistakes,
Undo them whatever it takes,
I wouldn't get back if I could,
Remorse will not do me much good.
I'm living between the extremes,
Preferring one aim to all dreams,
I carved my true self out of ice
That turned into stone by surprise.
It's just a new stage of my youth
And since I discovered my truth
I'll stay sober-blooded and smart
And get only younger at heart.
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