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I wish that I could start again,
not knowing that this moment came,
could draw my first deep breath of air
and walk through life without a care.
If only I could stop the clock,
turn back the hands, and then take stock:
now, setting off along a course,
that steers me further from the source
of all this darkness in my thoughts,
instead I’d choose another way
and firm within the light I’d stay.
For, though in shadow I’ve been wrought,
there’s nothing here that I have found
except these chains in which I’m bound.