Skeletons we thought we buried
In the closet
Will always come back to haunt us
Sooner or later
Those painful memories
We thought we got rid of
Are yet to fully disappear
Simply because they are yet
To be properly dealt with
Time is a great healer
But in the case
Of unresolved issues
The mind will always remember
Burying skeletons
Deep inside the closet
Gives a sense of closure
But doesn't get rid of the painful memories
Which, go with it.
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