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Don’t fear your past
Days come and then
they go away forever
The past is merely the story
you’ve constructed to explain
to people in the present
how you got so fucked up
The past is a big set-up
for a speculative future
you’re trying to fabricate
The degree to which you
love yourself or loathe
yourself will determine
how much you say you have
“suffered” or “embraced”
your life
Or, at least, how you tell
of your past and future
The past is a spurned lover
trying to reach out to
pull you back in
The past wants to weigh
itself upon your shoulders
The past is an illusion
History depends on
who gets to tell it
The past is the
least of my concerns
anxieties or worries
Because there is no past