Unexpectedly, a memory catches me off balance, Yearning with each step, will a smile keep up? Fearful of the past, I stand still in silence, Troubled by echoes in my reflection playing out. Time drags on; each instant feels burdensome, Delusions of what could be, lost in the moment, Faint whispers of hope are barely perceived, As echoes of doubt cling to my every view - NI
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