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These things of my Past

Reaching down further into memory searching for the many reasons I’m feeling this way now I find it haunting those days and years that now brings tears to my eyes.

Haunted is my past. Ghosts of oppression lingers still in my mind as though the words spoken so many years before are still vibrating off the walls inside of my head.

I waited for dreams, last night, but the past kept me awake for hours. I remember so much and it all makes me regret, so much torment when I was younger.

Does it get better with time? The things of the past don’t always fade with time.

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