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the past?
is the past.
it just haunts me like a never ending canvass,
all of which i have to go back to that point of which i painted,
to review my work so far.
to see my progress.
so far I haven't any,
But I try,
I attempt to do better,
It never really works,
Its as though I'm mindlessly splatting paint against my canvass,
each paint splat a heartless thought,
each heartless thought,
an empty beginning to a whole new wave of depression.
depression is something that doesn't come fair,
even in the time where I am truly happy,
it creeps up on me just to snatch me back to the chains and bonds on my canvass,
that I need to continue painting,
I need to.
I have to.
I'm forced too.
the shadows wont let me paint free,
they wont let me be me,
they want me to continue being who I was.
they don't wan;t me to be who I wish to be.
cause everything i wish for
is nothing but an unattainable dream.
GoodbyeToMyForever Community Member 
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