My Past Poem by Shauntae Taylor

My Past



My past is my past
Why can't anyone seem to let it pass.

My past is something that I'm not proud of,
But still thats why its called the past.

I hate it when people bring up your pastnto affect your present.

Leave and let it be.

My pasy is my past
Why can't you see it like that
THE PAST! !

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