The weight of memories is a burden hard to bear.
Their grip on my soul leaves me feeling bare.
Like a steadfast warrior, I won’t concede.
Like a stubborn rebel, I refuse to give in,
to the pain of the past that I carry within.
The weight of memories is a burden hard to bear.
I’ll fight with all my might to break free from the chains,
to live in the present and not let my past reign.
Like a steadfast warrior, I won’t concede.
The weight of memories, a heavy shroud I wear,
Their haunting echoes, a ceaseless, somber glare.
The weight of memories is a burden hard to bear.
I’ll break these chains of sorrow and despair,
Embrace the present’s grace, breathe in the open air.
Like a steadfast warrior, I won’t concede.
In the here and now, my spirit shall reign,
As I embrace each moment, and break free from the pain.
The weight of memories is a burden hard to bear.
Like a steadfast warrior, I won’t concede.

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