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When I think back upon my past

and remember the locations of where my scars have been

It sends many de ja vus

of the pain i've once felt

When I believed I have healed

and carried on without my burdens

like a disease

This darkness infests within me once more

A reflection glares at me

questions my existence

was I ever right

Or has it been an internal battle on my own

to conflict all these problems

ending with new wounds

Lead me from this fear

of my own destruction

Neverending chaos of my own war

The world is so blurred

and all hands have swept away

With the tides of truth that come my way

I am empty