the past haunts
like poems on repose
do not read them again
but you are not following
your heart bleeds again
and they will have more time laughing
you go back to places of pain
and lick your wounds again
this is your ritual year after year
back to pain again
oh, i see, i know, i get the point
you gain the strength, learning the lessons
of your failures
rising back from where you are falling
nothing kills you
all these are here again, i see, i know
always making you stronger.
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