the past
people always say that the past is the past but they always bring it up cant
they see do they have eyes there there is a reason why its called the past
its done and over with you can go back its not fixable so why carry it on
leave it you cant go back in time if you could i would be the first to go and
change my past but there is not a way what is done is done so walk away
why cry out in sorrow they may not be a tommrow so live every day lke the
last because you never know so let it go why lock yourself up behined doors
let yourself be free the past is the past and always be!!!!!!
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