Bygones be Bygones
I save myself, from the scars untold.
The scars that haunt and can’t unfold.
I shut off the stabs, the scars remain.
Wanting to remind, all again.
Let go the bygones, says the heart.
Reminds the scar, the same dumb
heart.
I have wronged me, in many ways.
Not perfect though, as always.
Past is a past, why not let go.
Go on, move on, with the gleam of hope.
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