A new playground,
To unleash your skills,
Even though you are
Tied with the ropes of bygone,
Haunted by the ghosts of your past,
You try to shut the memories,
Because they are traumatic,
They tell you that you are different,
And you feel like you are being choked,
Smothered by your own past.
Reconcile and move on,
The past can't stop you,
Because the future is what
You should pay attention to,
Let bygones be bygones,
And wait for the new dawn.
Tuesday, 1 January 2019
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