The past tugs and pulls, tying you down,
Leaves a tear stained face and many a frowns.
The battle of past can never be won,
The pain and misery is never undone.
But heed to your heart & it will find a way,
Sooner than later, it will have it's say.
And like worn out robes the past will fade,
Your tomorrow will shine with promises ahead.
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