Past thoughts, once crimson, dreaming no more of what I once used to be.
Taking my clammy hands and posting them free, washing away all those bad sins, to set me free.
Past thoughts of dreadsom leads, needing a past to wonder whats left of me.
Past thoughts which have never left, seeing those men who never stopped touching me.
Past thoughts, which seem to get closer to me, putting them away, to lock down the once so broken road, which is getting further to me.
Past thoughts of an aged mind, wondering if I will ever be just one step further, and away from these past thoughts.
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Just something I was thinking alot about.. Hope you like!
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