Living inside my head

Jam-packed

Crowded in on all sides

Encumbered by these monstrous old boxes

Providing a torturous walk

Along moments past

A monument filled with shackles

Magnifying every flaw

Every failure

The heart grows weaker

While held captive

Fatigue creeps in

Weighting the soul

Slowing down life's pulse

Hope becomes eclipsed



Do I need all these boxes hidden away

Does a monumental memory lane of shackles
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