A poem about the past.
The past is over
Here lies the future
Everyone has made, is making, and will make mistakes
Pretend not that they didnt happen but learn from them
Accept them and embrace them, for they are noone else’s but your own.
Some are little, some are big, but they happened and that cannot be changed.
Take them and plant them and watch yourself grow, for you are your own garden.
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