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The past 

The past is a memory

A sepia tone photograph

Colours deminishing

Pain retreating 
My past, is a memory

A sad part of me

My past, the teacher

Showing me the way
My past, in a box

A place to put the photograph

My past, full of sadness 

The future full of joy
The image blurs

As I walk this journey

It no longer rules

It’s just a memory

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