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The Weight of the Past

Fuck my past, that shit is gone
I think its time to move the fuck on

Its been this weight I've carried around
Maybe its time to lay it all down

Strapped to my back it causes me pain
Weakens my legs and jumbles my brain

Dwelling is pointless, I cannot go back
It keeps me away from the peace that I lack

For me to move forward I need to let go
The lessons contained, I already know

All that remains is the burden of mind
Lifes always moving, Im falling behind

Clinging to remnants, I'm stuck in the past
As another day passes me by like the last

They keep adding up at a quickening pace
Just like all of these lines on my face

I dont want to come to the end of my days
With nothing to show for it but a head full of greys

A life that I never even bothered to live
A reflection in the mirror that I could never forgive
Written by Just-Rob
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