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Don’t Look Back / A Journal of Sorts / 1.30.16

When you leave, please don’t look back.

Behind you is the things you lack.

Behind you is the strife and pain

That will make the old in you new again

The silent haunts that’ll lull you to sleep,

The promises you did not keep.

Regret is a lurking hawk for prey

A waiting growing voice that asks “why didn’t I stay”

You may find happiness in your gray and gloom,

But will receive no joy while you walk towards the tomb.

Consequences will remain as feelings change

A bitter heart will remember it’s strain.

So if you think the odds are stacked,

When you leave, please don’t look back

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