There is nothing beautiful about yesterday... not even in yestermonths, and definitely not in the yesteryears...

The past is just a sigh...

When you are free... still you walk and look back... why? Why?

People smile about the past, but you ain't smiling... something wrong?

Let it be... be it hard, be it not... the past has gone... merely a reminiscence...
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If you hate the past... will you say you love the following better...