The past shadows me.
Walks with me,
Mimicking my every move.
Eager to find a way to seep in.
And slip through every orifice
And sink into my center.
Settling there.
Until good memories are incomparable.
Hoisted on a pedestal towering above reality.
And bad memories haunt every moment,
Promising repetition.
And lurking behind every smile
Is worry.
Of a future tainted by the past.
Leaving no room, for enjoyment
Of the present.
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