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This is not how I feel personaly but it is for people who refer to they're past as a nightmare.
Submitted:Oct 22, 2012 Reads: 12 Comments: 7 Likes: 4
The things in my life Make me dread it more The monster of my past its Brings dread and tears to this day
Live a good life Do not dread your past Do not see and hear the things I did Do not dread your past
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