The Book of my life is open
But its spine is broken
I am running out of pages
As years turn into ages
Still the ink flows
My story grows
By past chapters I am haunted
This is not the life I wanted
But its spine is broken
I am running out of pages
As years turn into ages
Still the ink flows
My story grows
By past chapters I am haunted
This is not the life I wanted


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