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The Past is the Past
I hide away in my room,
away from my pain.
It peeks its head in,
and jabs at me.
I listen to my music,
I escape for a little while.
Broken hearts and shattered dreams,
a pitiful shell with nothing.
I see the memories,
they haunt me and make me heavy with pain.
Once alive with love,
now dead and empty.
I thought it would last,
but that was in the past.
Memories of love and friendship,
all in the past,
But its exactly that now,
The Past,
what happened then will stay there,
The Past is the Past.
The future is ahead with new opportunities,
and that is what matters now...
