Life of Lies

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Can't change the past.
Can't forget it either.
Hopes don't last,
They only push you higher.
So the fall is worse,
And the more it hurts.

How long must I pay,
For the sins of others?
How long must I wait,
To become untethered?
Shoulders like stone,
A burden so heavy.
When it's time to go,
At least I'll be ready.

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