Remained...

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Remained…

Once I was a child with thousands
of dreams to be,
Now it’s just the dreams
I am remained with…

I wished for many things
                                   In my life,
Now it’s just the things
                                  I am living with…

Sometimes it’s the past or future
                                 That bothers me,
But it’s just the present
                                  I am having with...

Whether it’s the memories or memory of memories
                                  I am remained with…!



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