Don't ask..
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Walking through the ages
The trails of time
Streaming back in my mind
The slipping sands
That prance through and chime
The painful vision from my cages
Each a separate existence inside
Each and every time
I am seen,
Beaten I seem
Down harder then the tightest squeeze
Time cannot heal what cannot be felt
By human hands reeking with guilt
Tearing away my world
I see the claws that haunt my eyes
They squeeze me tighter as they curl
The lash and crack of some thousand blades
Each strewn upon me in their path,
Upon my back,
I shiver and quiver nay unscathed
Such security sent into the tide
Strength a total lack
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