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Reminiscing myself of the lights I once saw.
Hope and Sunshine turned to despair now.
Tranquil breathing, I do not experience it anymore.
Introspecting myself like I am decoding a metaphor.
Bruised soul and a wounded heart, but no I did not go to a war.
Waves of memories, drench me with affliction and I treasure it like a souvenir.
Someday these scars will dissipate and this ordeal will detach its claw.
But till then, I will reminisce myself of the lights I once saw.