Still water on the surface,
clouds of thoughts pooling.
Silence makes the breath move,
words make the heart stop.
Sneaking out of my veins,
things that I regret.
Smiles let each new day come,
but the days past aren't forgotten.
I'm looking still at what came before
because I want it still to be.
I hate my every mistake
and I love my every victory.
I'm looking still behind me
because I want to take pieces of the past with me into the future.
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