Learnfromthepast
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I am here, I am here, but where is here?
I remember a blue blurr cutting infront of my sights.
A phantom perhaps or is it me losing my mind.
I panic as I attempt to reverse time.
Time stops, and so does my life.
I beg of you, pen, just tell me the truth
In some beauty that yanks at my tears
When I taste your strength I learn that my
Potential outlives my years
