Wednesday, November 22


Some things are not meant to be remembered.

Some things are better being forgotton.

Some things are not meant to be.

Some things are better left unknown.

There's no need to dig out the past.

There's no need to look back.

For it's already the past.

The more you look back, the more regrets you collect.

Let bygones be bygones

& let you remain as a prick in my heart.

A prick that is harmless when left alone.

Yet can be fatal if trifled with.

you'll never know


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