Behind Me

Looking back I see the path I chose.
I envy myself for the hurt inside of me that no one knows...all of these years successfully hid.
Only I know the truth behind all the evil things that I did.
I cannot turn back the hands of time ,this is true, but here and know I realize the stupid things that I used to do.
A slap in the face leaving a violent tattoo of failure.

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