Memories, borrowed from another life,
scared of all the broken homes, scars, and wounds.
for you are too fragile to make new ones.
Rented place, you walk through, you call home,
for you are too scared to build your own,
Dreams, only when you sleep,
for you are too wise to build castles in the air.
Pray, if you have to, for freedom from yourself!
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