We are all in the course of a lifetime many different people -- strangers to us now, shadows in our past, but their battle scars remain ours to carry, their sins ours to atone, their promises ours to keep. How do you reconcile this person you are with these people you once were?
Who be these strangers from my past
These ghosts who haunt my day,
Whose battle scars I carry still,
Whose debts I must repay,
Whose trinkets fill my attic space,
Whose idle thoughts my brain,
Whose sins reside upon my soul,
Forever to remain.
How came this mortal coil to be
My final residence,
This house forever haunted by
Its previous occupants?
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