sometimes we try to run from our pasts
trying to escape their mournful wraths
but they always seem to catch up with us
and tear down the barriers that we put up
The memories come flooding in
ripping off the false masks,
and clearing away the dust,
revealing what makes us the true people we are within
Although it is the truth,
a very serious thing
none of it matters...
what does matter, are the people we love and choose to share it with.
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