'heartbreak' 'Pain' 'Family' 'Past'
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The past is a strange thing,
The looks and feels that make you ring.
Some memories are forgotten, some blurred
Some are sacred, and can almost be heard!
Sharp and contrast or dim and weak,
The dawning days of physical and mental strain captivated me/
Consumed my essence of self- reliance, contorted dopamine/
My usually misunderstood past plagued my morals
