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The Past
I will leave you to dispose of my things.
I no longer need them.
All that shit is good for is
bringing up bad memories of the past.
The past could be mostly erased with no loss.
Can't do anything about it.
Whatever happened, happened.
Gotta move on.
New stuff awaits,
Until the end,
If you play your cards right.
Too many people stop at some point
And settle for their life.
I may not be rich, but I did not settle.
I have not. I will not.
I was born to raise Hell,
Not to go quietly.
You can have the past.
I have held onto it long enough.
The most important day is the next one.
I no longer need them.
All that shit is good for is
bringing up bad memories of the past.
The past could be mostly erased with no loss.
Can't do anything about it.
Whatever happened, happened.
Gotta move on.
New stuff awaits,
Until the end,
If you play your cards right.
Too many people stop at some point
And settle for their life.
I may not be rich, but I did not settle.
I have not. I will not.
I was born to raise Hell,
Not to go quietly.
You can have the past.
I have held onto it long enough.
The most important day is the next one.
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