The Past

October 26, 2017
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When you pull me closer
I gaze into your eyes
Just to feel the guilt of letting go
Something called the past

As the sun dies every day
I find it harder to hold the present
The past is pulling me back into it
Though I try to wipe it clean

Each time you talk about us
Remembers me of someone I left behind
The abandoned memories still lie beneath
It’s a shame I couldn’t get rid of them

The time is crushing me
I try to convince myself
I love you and I hate him
But it always sounds the other way






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