In Between

These wounds may heal
And these scars may fade,
But nothing will make these memories go away.
The mistakes once made in a darkened room
Have become my fatal doom.
The temptation seemed too hard to resist.
I was lost in a foggy mist.
I had no clue where to turn.
I could not see any light.
These are what I call the gray areas of life.





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