Frazil

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(Ice crystals formed in turbulent water, as in swift streams or rough seas)

There's a shadow from my past;
One that binds me fast.
The cord that links us one,
Is deeply rooted in my heart.
It keeps haunting me,
It wouldn't stop-
Honestly, it's my fault;
For the shadow of my past
Has no power or form,
It only takes the shape
I designed it to be.
The problem is not the shadow
But the problem is me.
I need to let it go,
So I can finally breathe.
∞ ∞ ∞
— Cotek
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