There’s a heavy load upon our backs of things we carry from the past...

...My guilt-filled mind, it tried to run
but it traced us back to where we begun

So the morning came
and swept the night away
As I was looking for
a way to disappear
A
mongst the quiet things
and all these empty streets
I found a way, I found a way
to reappear…

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