Hauntings
I have these memories
They surface now and then
They are not of good times or happy things
They are the mistakes of my past
There are many of these memories
That combine with a fear
That I will repeat these mistakes in the furture
They haunt me
They wont go away
Will they ever?
Or must I be tortured by these hauntings?
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