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I hear the soundtrack of my life,

it’s not what you’d imagine.

I can hum along

but I never know the words.

I can recall the feeling behind

memories like scenes from a movie

I watch again and again

in my head.

I rewind but I don’t travel in time,

no going back.

 

 

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