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Jul 2019
In the past, we had good times.

Made mistakes and cried.

We laughed and lied.

Got hurt but said we were fine.


Some dwell on the past all day.

Some leave it be and carry on.

Some think and regret form dusk till dawn.

“Past is the past” Some will say.


While that is true, it may cause pain.

The past can hurt when you,

don’t let go of what you know.

When you think again and again.


The past hurts and haunts.

Memories you can never re-live.

Things you worked hard to give.

It’s scary how our minds taunts.


Some are are trapped in the past. Never to get out.

No matter how much they scream and shout.
Mel
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Mel  Non-binary/Canada
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