Past

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I hate the past

I hate all of it

Erase it from my memory

All the good things get ruined

All the bad things carry on to the future

Tossing and turning at night thinking about the pain

Unable to sleep

Too Scared to close my eyes

For fear of the past

Coming back to me every night only in my dreams

I see my dead father everywhere I go

Not as the way I should remember him, but as the way he was at his funeral

Cold, still, quiet, covered in makeup...

He looked like a zombie

And my biggest fear is when I fall asleep he will catch me and pull me into his world of death

The past is a horrible place and I'm still living in it.

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