Goodnight Memory’s Past

"Not again!" I scream,
The sun is down like me
lost with no self esteem
from this monster, I'll never be free.

I cry at night
There's nothing I can do
Memories, I now write
then cry because of you...

But wait, you're gone
I can live-on, my own,
someone else to count on
A new beginning I'll be shown

The sun wise rise
again for me tomorrow
as the darkness dies
and like the moon I'll glow.

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