Nostalgic frames, flashing bright lights,
Drive through the neighborhoods of my previous life...
Street signs, lamp posts...
All have faded into ghosts.
In a blink of an eye I'm new,
My resiliance portrays invisible wounds....
I'm reminded from a familiar tune....
That my smile exists.
Drive through the neighborhoods of my previous life...
Street signs, lamp posts...
All have faded into ghosts.
In a blink of an eye I'm new,
My resiliance portrays invisible wounds....
I'm reminded from a familiar tune....
That my smile exists.
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