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The demons of our pasts, why, can’t we just, exorcise them, for once, and for all? And why do they, keep on, returning, to the present, and haunt us, endlessly???
The demons of our pasts, they’d been, following us, like those god DAMN shadows on the ground, for god knows how long now, and, we’d tried, to outrun them, to hide ourselves from them, but, ALL of our attempts to rid ourselves of them were, futile, they’re still, lurking close by, and I know it!
not my picture still…
The demons of our pasts, when, will we finally, be free, from them? I’d pondered, and wondered ‘bout it, for so god damn long now, and, I’d always, come up, empty here…
The demons of our pasts, we can’t get rid of them, and so, they’d become like these, parasites, that lived off of us, sucked us dry, little, by little, drained away our lives, every single day, and, there’s, nothing we can do ‘bout it here.
not my photograph still…
The demons of our pasts, the only way we can rid ourselves of them, is by, opening UP that Pandora’s Box, but, based off of the example of Pandora’s experiences, none of us, is willing, to risk, unleashing something we won’t control, and so yeah, those demons from our pasts, they’ll stay all right.
Life, the Obstacle Course 