A Shattered Past
Twenty one was the year it took-
To being unraveled like a book.
And all those footsteps that once were woven.
Become random patterns as my past is stolen.
When I was unsmiling and small.
The future would feel like a cliff that I was destined to fall.
But now that path that was once sad and unspoken-
Has crumbled as the clock in my head was broken.
And all the fumbles and all the falls-
That seemed like mistakes turn into endless waterfalls.
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