It makes me really sad sometimes,
To see the past, its ties that bind,
That time won't heal or will erase,
And leaves behind its silent trace.
From heights of knowledge that I've gained,
It's simpler now to understand,
And how I wish that in that moment,
I knew it all, besides firsthand.
Each thing that happened, or did not,
Has etched in me a lasting spot,
I've longed to cleanse the past's decree...
Yet dreams of such are fantasy.
How can I heal these shattered parts?
This fear within me leaves me mad,
Yet life moves on, despite its sadness,
And sometimes, I'm so very sad.
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so sad. and a hebrew version
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