My Past
My past is my yesterday,
not better than my today,
You never want to leave in it,
but you learn lessons from it.
The joy of living is knowing that there is hope,
and making sure you can cope.
My past can never hold me back,
because I am never looking back.
The past is an ugly place,
which when spoken of makes you feel out of place.
You can't change your past,
but you can make your future better.
Do not relent!
Unless you regret. You'll be stuck.
Try to move on,
because the past is gone.
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