Memories

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    Memories

    A single tear falls,
    Brought by memories of pain.
    We waste away in our memories,
    Day by day

    No one else cares,
    They have their own...
    Own memories, own pain,
    They don't need yours.

    You walk around,
    Stumbling, tripping in the dark.
    No one helps,
    They don't care about you.

    The blind lead the blind,
    An endless chase.
    Circles, circles
    Around and around,

    There is no end in sight.

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    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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