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What have I Done?
I woke up to the sun,
Leaking through the hole,
Just when the memories begun,
I have a story untold.
I walked awake along the stairs,
Ran my grip onto the cold rail,
How many nights I've spent,
To cry and sob over my lost trail.
Wooden doors shut and stiff,
Again i stand there in disbelief,
Faith and hope lay beneath my eyes,
What's my doing to feel this demise.
Leaking through the hole,
Just when the memories begun,
I have a story untold.
I walked awake along the stairs,
Ran my grip onto the cold rail,
How many nights I've spent,
To cry and sob over my lost trail.
Wooden doors shut and stiff,
Again i stand there in disbelief,
Faith and hope lay beneath my eyes,
What's my doing to feel this demise.
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