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To sit and listen
While somebody speaks of your past to a crowd
One entity stacking atop the other
To make the tower of life.

Hence to recite your life
So much as write of it
Is a much heavier entity
Stronger than the force of gravity.

The past haunts us
The past guides us
The past teaches us
The past laughs at us..

The future holds the gun
The past holds the knife
You can be brave
Or you can be a coward.

Go back
Go forth
But perish, is the motto of life
To stay down.

But we take it
Addicted to the pain we cause ourselves
Pain is the candy of life
And all have a sweet tooth.

The future is a blind death
The present is an uncertain ghost
The past is your best friend
Or the past is your darkest nightmare.

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