The Past


The past reaches for every soul like a sad child it begs for you.
The past is a jealous woman waiting for attention.
The past is full of memories we hold so very dear.
The past is left behind like friendships in our youth.

The past is great to overlook but not to be missed.
The past is gone forever like loved soul we have lost
The past can be so great but please don't hold on.
The past will tear you apart and make the road you walk too long.

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