The Past

I can never escape the clutches that my past threatens to put on me. Everywhere i go the past follows right behind. Never missing a beat. They lurk within the shadows cast down on the streets by the tall buildings . It seems like my only friend is past. Always there to remind me of my flaws, always holding the blade just above my head... As a reminder of what could happen if i were to make one wrong step. All day past waits graciously to welcome me once the sun sets and the stars are high up in the black sky.





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