Rewriting the past

I could bleed all the ink from my pen,
As a fountain of my sorrows, 
Streaming endlessly from a shattered heart
Masked behind these dry, but weary tears

But, the length of my scroll,
Short of a new page,
Appeals for a new chapter,
That I return to its headers,
To write within my past,
The story of a new self

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