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Prisoners of Past

The feeling nought any feel
That nothing can ever seal.
It is so, can never be changed
But, wish we could ever change.
Tied in chains, behind the bars
We see in front of our eyes-
What we left behind in our lives.
And they come back all in score
One by one, makes mind sour.
Past it is, that we bid good-bye
But comes back to show good way.

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