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The past has thoughts.
It holds many secrects.

The furture is bright.
Dims from the regret.

Time erases most.
Regret stay embeded.

Thought of it coming to haunt you,
Frightens you, Doesn't it?

Think of the thought,
If someone found out.
Your world collapes.

End your sorrow,
Spread your regret.
Let the world see your other side.
Show it to all.

You hide behind cowardness.
Your nothing but a lost cause.
You hide in the past.©