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A dusty page...

I'd tell you to leave it behind,
where it already lies,
but all I hear in silence,
is how your memory cries.

It looks back,
and tends to regret,
the actions one took,
in a forgotten past,
which one can't forget.

Our mind is in tears,
As it has not realized,
The actions one took.

Beyond one's mistakes,
And those forgotten regrets,
A dusty page lies within,
all our disgrace.

We were there,
in a moment of need,
We were there to help,
And yet we forget,
the actions we took,
For a better world.

Revive these memories,
In vivid colors,
and glorious sunlight,
Revive these memories,
To brighten your mistakes,
Because they have made you,
shaped you bit by bit,
into who you have become.

If we learn one thing
from a wrong step,
it's that we learn,
from a wrong step.

Take your path,
Walk your way,
step it right or wrong,
But keep it strong,
because deep within us,
a dusty page lies,
waiting to be remembered.



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