Incomplete Without Them
When the soul - stars dream and die,
And all the hopes have turned to dust,
I tear the filthy leaves of my life
And throw them in the current of time,
Hoping they would be left behind.
But they do not go away;
They remain within the pages of my past,
For the story of my life
Would be incomplete without them.
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