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Memories, reminders of all my shame. 
I cannot run for there is no escape. 
Panic arriving keep up this charade. 
I am now an animal trapped in a cage. 
 
Returning a veteran from battle of mind. 
Gears of self loathing are starting to grind. 
How come to all but myself I appear kind? 
I’m a puppet of past with strings still attached. 
 
The hate that I harbor it is time to let go. 
Times not cherished the seeds have grown. 
I am but slave a mindless little drone. 
It’s time to move on and earn back my soul.

Let Go