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my past keeps screaming at me. it makes sure i don’t do anything but sleep. it always reminds me of the mistakes i’ve made and thrown in the ocean to drown deep. it keeps washing up shore and mentioning these white bars that’d keep me numb when life started stripping the happiness from me. i promise i don’t want to go back. the trees listen to my pain when i cry outside—it starts to rain. i don’t know where i’m going yet,—shit doesn’t feel the same. trying to figure out what life’s all about but i keep getting caught up in emotional droughts.