Past's Torment

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When I first came here


I thought things were going to get better.


I had this image inside my head


of how things were going to be.


Not perfect, of course not....


Just the simple yet happy life


I always prayed for


before going to sleep.


Contentment was suppose to be,


but in the end they were questions


of how, what and why.


I was a child, I didn't know


so what gives HIM the right


to take happiness from me?


Life itself was supposed


to be filled with memorable memories,


both pleasant and not;


to share with those whom you love


and cherish to look back.


In the end my past is full of hurt


and dark alleys everywhere I go,


yet here I am smiling for


the life that I now have.

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