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The Past

I remember my past. It haunts me down and breaks my heart. I have scars and each has it's story, But who cares? Makes me really worry. Hope everything will be fine one day, and I could live a life in my own way. I m gonna give time for my scars to heal, and never let anyone know that it's a big deal. My heart is still bleeding due to pain, courage is what I ought to gain. Now I will smile like everything is okay, and continue to do so till i decay.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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