In shadows deep, where memories reside,
Some lives are marked, by dark inside.
A part of us we’d rather shun,
A chapter we wish could be undone.
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Unspoken tales, we dare not share,
A past we long to strip threadbare.
If chance could grant a clean erase,
We’d wipe that darkness from life’s trace.
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Yet day by day, the fear remains,
The echoes of old pains and strains.
A spot it casts on our brighter days,
A hidden mark in life’s sunlit blaze.
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We shield that darkness, far from sight,
To face it alone in silent night.
Despite our striving, it still weaves in,
That spectral dark, where we’ve ever been.
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Though it may seem, that dark is gone,
Its tendrils linger, it carries on.
Not just a specter of days long past,
But in our present, it’s cast its mast.
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Not to erase, or to delete,
But to accept, admit defeat.
Efforts not to banish it away,
But to find strength in light of day.
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The past, unchangeable as it stands,
Yet need not hold future’s hopeful strands.
Let it not bind, your present’s flow,
Accept its lessons, let courage grow.
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So raise your head, this day anew,
Independence found in facing true.
Darkness and light entwine their dance,
In every step, there’s a second chance.
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