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I’m searching;
Searching  for a place where I can hide,
A place where you can’t find.
One day you will notice

that I belong to a different place.
How loud is your call,
How painful is your cry,
Those will remain unheard in the passing of time.

Everything I hold dear
Should slowly disappear
For if I cling to it
The sorrow won’t heal.

It’s better if I let those days pass
And start to forget the past.
And time must take
All my memories away.

So I shall start
This new life I have
And build new memories
Until one day,
My former life
Hunts my very being.