Sometimes i find myself sitting and wondering when my past will be understood. I look apon it quite often even when i should'nt. I know now of how much my happiness erases it but it never completly clears the slate. I wish to let go badly but it never will. The scars remain permant and make my stomach turn in knots when im alone. And you all ask
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Later thou
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