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I’d rather have the ghost of the past 
Than the zombie walking here right now 
Migrating memories to resentment 

But let me clarify 
The whens and the whys 
Are entirely my fault

Carried a false belief 
That I was worth forgiveness 
That the entirety of twenty 
Were reinforced by this incessant blitz of kindness

And for being perceived as wrong 
One learns how wrong
Can go deeply wrong
And nowhere to go