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The tracks are cold, they freeze in time. My

painful memories, lay waste to my mind. I will

surely suffer, if I live in the past. This hurt that

I'm feeling, I pray it won't last. When I think of

the things they did in spite, they were cruel and

nasty and drove me to fight. They said I was

different, they said I was weird. They isolated

me, they taunted and jeered. I won't let them

beat me, I won't let them win. I'm stronger than

that, I have thicker skin. I'm better now, I feel

okay. But what of the others, I must help them

today. Lets journey together, let's ride this train.

So we can be happy and banish the pain.   

Freezing tracks