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It follows me, this picture show, 

All these ghosts of who i used to know,

Staring forward, asking lightly, 

Is the past truly so frightening?

My answer's yes, i believe it is, 

All those mistakes and nasty things, 

The ghosts they nod and shake their heads, 

No disagreement among the dead, 

Those we've lost I see them here, 

Like faded glass their forms unclear, 

But their voices loud, opinions strong, 

Push me to seek out what went wrong, 

They can see my memories, 

all the lies and the deciet,

they know the past is not my friend, 

so I look to the future to make amends, 

But now is now I'll unwrap the present, 

let go of all this angry resentment, 

Under the watchful eye of the deceased, 

I'll stay alive and embrace this peace.