The Past

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The fact that the past still exists

Within hidden, untraveled places

In my possessions and my soul

My mind and my heart

The past still tears me apart

I keep it there, unlocked

Though untouched

Every now and then,

I journey back to the darkness

Because I have forgotten,

What I remembered

I learn what I already know,

And it brings me even further below

Under, I drown

The surface is no limit

To Hell, I surround

Familiar unknown places

I recognize what I have forgotten,

And I remember what I don't

The past still exists,

It leaves a twist

Turning my life around

Not for the good, but back to the bad

The fact that the past still exists

Is the reason I will never be the same,

And the reason I will never be fully okay.

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