Past is a place we cannot return,
A time we cannot change or spurn.
Memories trapped in our mind's eye,
Haunting us as the days go by.
Regrets and sorrows from days gone,
Echoes of laughter and love forlorn.
Moments that made our hearts sing,
Now just faded memories of distant spring.
The past, place we can only visit,
A place where our history is writ.
Lessons learned and mistakes made,
A path that has led us to where we've strayed.
We can't change what's come before,
But we can use it to open new doors.
Learn from our past, embrace the pain,
And we'll grow stronger, time and again.
The past may be a painful place,
But it's also where we found our grace.
So let's cherish the moments we've known,
And use the past to help us grow.
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Yes It's true