It All Comes Back


The past is a shadow, an image that never leaves
It stays with its ugliness and bares its fangs at me
No matter where I go, the past slams itself in front of me
I wish to run, to escape the shadow
But it haunts me everywhere I go
I turn my back and it stabs me
I face it and it slaps me
I dont know what to do
It never lets me be
I cant fight, I cannot hide
For shadows find me in the darkest of times
It all comes back piece by pieces
Continuing the torture and haunting my dreams.

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