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I look up
and see a shadow.
Is it mine,
or who I use to be?

I look down
and see the clouds.
A cloud I use to float on
Now dies,
along with the reason why.

I cannot look to the sides
my head is locked to look
The Past is something I cannot bear.

My heart beats
to the sound of my chains,
no longer pulsing like the rain
against my only window.

My head aches
to the movement of thoughts
moving idly through my veins.

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