The Past Self

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Old memories
Always there to remind you

Of the good

Of the bad

Of the sad

And all the anger

No where to go but up
And so many things to fix
Crowded like grey clouds
A fuzzy future
with so much to do.

You wish you could see
Like Doc.Brown
To the future
To stop clouding your mind
And to know how much better
Life just might get

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