I can tell it is raining
My hands ache
With the pains of a man
Who is twice my age
But then again
Maybe I've lived
Twice as hard
Sometimes it feels like
I've lived two lives
One as me
One as someone else
Someone who didn't care
A cruel man
A selfish man
And now I sit here
Looking back
Realizing now
You can't change the past
But the future's yet to come
So I craft it with care
To get it right this time
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