A pair of pink hands held up as if to cover the face whilst crying, their nails are painted neon yellow.

Past

I’ve never been good at remembering the past.

I mean, why would I remember the things that didn’t last?

And I’ve tormented and been tormented,

Been played and have played,

Just for you to say words that cut me like a blade.

But for all that I have lost,

I somehow have also gained.

The lessons that I have learnt,

Were all learnt through pain.

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