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The walls of my youth,
My innocence,
Come tumbling down,
Around me.

The pictures of naïveté,
Of innocence,
Have long since faded,
Into who I am.

The ghosts of my past,
My mistakes,
Are always fresh,
To help me move on.

The sunrise of my horizons,
My future,
Slowly slip into view,
Giving me a light to follow.

The walls, the pictures,
The ghosts, the sunrise,
My past, my present, my future...
My life.