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January 7, 2014
The great temptation to remain in the past
had finally hit home, with alacrity at last.
What’s done is done; self indulgence for the vain.
Feeling sorry is no good; it’s too late to explain.
So the need to function sent me on my way,
in search of what? I didn’t know that day.
But in looking back, in an attempt to be free,
I discovered that I couldn’t escape from me.
The realisation that therein, did the problem lie,
resolutely proving to be, my only alibi.
I couldn’t move on until the past I’d put to bed,
by compartmentalising it forever, in my head.
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