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Past is Gone
Never to be seen again; the past.
Looking back, into the hour glass.
Flying by; slipping our grasp.
Watching the sands of time—disappear;
Into the ocean—drops a single tear.
Washed away, as memories fade;
Promises of hope and love—forgotten;
Soon again—your heart be broken.
Endless cycles, as we grow older;
Never young again.
Wishing the haunting ugliness away;
Attempting to hold onto beauty;
Failure seeps in—no more trying.
Let it go; the past is behind us.
We have no choice; face the reality,
Of the winding roads—
Through the lives we lead.
