The only thing that is in my sight
is a picture of my forgotten might.
A story of the strength of my arm,
the hardwork that kept me warm.
The days that I spent,
drenched in sweat,
the very days that I despised
I miss them the most I realized.
So many wishes and aspirations
so many dreams and contemplations.
All gone, lost to the book of time
only known to me and my time.
Some days, I wish I could go back
and make up for the things I lack.
But it is a futile effort
which I cannot afford.
As the strength within me fades,
and I plunge into this downward spiral
I wish that they forgive me whom I pained
for that is the only way that ensures my survival.
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