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Walking leisurly without a care for the past

out of nowhere I received the painful shock to my senses.



You...



Or what appears to be someone physically like you...



I just hate it when these things would happen to me.

What did I do wrong to be like this?

I've put it all behind me and now this?

How many times must this happen?

I'm fed up honestly.

How long will I endure this torture you give me?

You're like the ghost from Christmas past

and I the greedy, cranky Scrooge.

You upset me in so many revealing ways.

And I never asked to be brought back in time

to regret for what could've been...

Your chains fetter me to you as you follow me around.

Please move on.

I no longer need you.

I've changed to be someone who is not from then but someone who is now.

Scrooge is not who I really am but Christmas past is someone that is definitely you.

Though I sometimes long for a present to be given to me, which is you, I know that that is something impossible.

You're a true friend and I'll remember you for that, but to haunt me is enough.

I let go but you, you never did.