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Waiting for the rights words,

afraid to say the wrong words,

to make things right.

I could pretend to have never been afraid,

shed the lies like coats in Summertime,

leave all of the fears behind.

What a reminder I have,

visions of long ago,

that keeps me down.

Where can I go,

what can I say,

to part ways with

the memories?

Standing alone,

as I’ve always done,

I am uncertain

of which way to go.

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