The squandered chance. The sacrifice made. The nerves twisted. The bloodshed seeped through wounded bones.
Flash forward a thousand years. Everyone give your loudest cheer. The past is now in the rear. As evident by the single tear.
Yet, you query what has changed. How have you rearranged? Still wearing the same soiled skins. Still refusing to make amends.
The cost paid. The memories raid. The pain sears through chartered veins. No longer do you ride these lanes. For fear of releasing the pent-up reins.
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