“Past is past
That is gone..
But its wounds always would be
there
to keep me remind
What mistakes i did.
What an innocence I had!
It would remain:
Until new incidents will not be placed.
It will keep me remind.
What I should do?
What should I not to do?
How could I stop it ?
And how could I ignore it?
But Alas! That’s my destiny
I accept It.
There is no mean
to mourn on my died wounds
And to keep it alive.”
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