Why won't the bleeding stop?
Why can't the past go away?
Sometimes the pain of the past
is greater than the value of the teachings
that have been passed.
Sometimes I wish those people hadn't been hurt
Sometimes I wish I hadn't done those things
Those firsts, Those wonderful moments
They were so great
But now every time my life tries to hit repeat
I feel like I just committed seppuku.
I want to enjoy it so much.
I want to move on
but it's always like I'm on the sole engine
pulling a whole caravan of cars up Mount EVEREST.
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