Everybody wears his story

You can stop and turn half circle
Change directions thousand times
The traces have not been wiped off
Your mind remembers all your crimes.

We are made of our stories
What happened to us, is written deep
You cannnot dig it, cannot change it
It forms our days and sleeps.

Yesterday you, last year you,
Smae person evolving in time
Don’t chop life into pieces
Make it flow smooth like a rhyme.

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