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Broken past,
A memory that never fades
A ghost of what once could have been
A wound that always hurts
A reminder of the mistakes that were made
A source of regret and pain

Broken past,
A part of who we once were
A part of who we still are
A part of the person we will be
A part of who we have become
Because the past is gone,
But the past never really leaves us.

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