You came, just like many others.
Path crossed, just like it was destined.
Moved on, just like those who sinned.
People come and go, happens every day.
Sometimes stop and wave, I’ll return a smile.
But after they've gone, prints are left for trial.
Some leave hidden prints, which are never seen.
Some leave fading prints, which are left impart.
Some carve eternal prints, deep into my heart.
I look at these prints. as countless as the stars.
As I look closer, they look like battle scars.
Battles that are fought, deep inside me.
Battles that are fought, just to be free.
I try to rub it off, it refuses to go.
I try to scratch it off, but it only grows.
I guess it's to remind me,
The past is forever real.
No matter how I hide it,
No matter how I fake it.
Memories of the past,
I shall embrace you now.
Denying you, of useless,
Learning you, my success.
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