April 23, 2013

the defining past

No matter how much I try to deny it and forget it, erase it from my memory, I can't. It doesn't matter that I've kept it a secret, I know and that's enough to haunt me forever. I'll always know I betrayed myself, I'll always know I was weak, I'll always know. My past defines me, it's still changing me whether I want it or not.

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