The Haunting
Childhood memories have haunted my head
The past is my stone, you are my lead
From torture and torment, this child will cry
Not all was bad as I knew you did try
The stone that you cast, I now throw away
Break free of the past, but memories will stay
Your poison was lead that bled through my veins
The cure is endless as the scars remain
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