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The past

When you dwell on the past,
Memories may deprive you,
The stain of pain may never leave,
Even death can not erase the burdens you bear.
Those memories stand by you,
As you ride the rollercoaster of life.
But life knows how to heal you.
The scars, the pain, everything is temporary.
Leave them behind as if they were footsteps,
Don't turn back, go ahead.
©shamaya