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Pointing fingers.

Why do we spend so much time on the past?

Nothing that has been written can ever be unwritten.

Two souls ruled by passion.

Decisions were made.

Some for better,

And some for worse.

We can’t change what has been written in stone.

Nor would I want too.

Every choice,

Every mistake,

Every lesson,

Every dream,

It lead me here.

The maze of my life..

Well it has lead me down some dead end paths..

But I have grown.

Grown in ways its hard to put into words.

So pointing fingers.

And drudging up what cant be changed,

Well I simply can’t be bothered with it anymore.