Well that bullshit isn't true
When I was sixteen I walked through hell
In many ways I still do
The images never go away
The pain it lingers on
Time often seems to stand still
Although many years have come and gone
If you look through my baby blues
And can't seem to get to my soul
It's because it is fortified by walls
Still standing,unwavered, from long ago
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