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mama had so many children
she didn't know what to do
and she didn't know how to
I guess as time pass
those old hurt feelings don't last
the memories start to fade
but, those old stains, still remain
things that are known about
but, not talked about
things that molds and shaped
the fragments of our torn lives
ripped to shreds, we try to piece
and patch up the raged parts
like hand me downs whatchamacallits
and what not's, we don't even mention
the things that truly made our heart bleed
we learn to live and let it be
I told myself, not to look back
every time I did, I got stuck
in the tar pit of my mind
that candle continues to burn
I was burned by the wax
and still I continue to light up
the room with my scarred past
if it would only heal those
who feel alone, in their own
