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Our past.

We all have secrets of our past, not about others but about ourselves. A secret which we fail to put light on.But somehow past itself is a secret.

We keep our past in the dark and I think we allow it to overthink, never allowing it to destroy.

I wonder for how long are we supposed to hold on to it and let it over rule our mind. They dance on our mind like a butterfly in a gardern.

The past we have, the past that haunts us, affects our present is dangerous; it is contagious.. I'm not telling to confide it to others but I'm telling that it should be now broken to pieces.
The lessons of the past are gems but not the whole of it.

I know it is inevitable. Every time we think of our past it acts as if it is some kind of a black hole sucking everything without even considering it.

I believe that our past is the originator and the creator of our guilt no matter how many times we have promised ourselves to never repeat those mistakes and are pretty following it.

We can't run away from it, I mean after all it's a big part of our small brain. Atleast we can try to keep it out of the reach of our heart.

The more we think, the more it breaks us but it should be actually the more we hate it the more it tries to love us back.

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