Sometimes it feels like ur living a whole new thing but you always miss a part of the past.. learn from your mistakes and move forward. But it stays in your head like you can't take it away.

Moon, despite the clarity of sky, 
Metaphors of cloud that fluff with grey
Drift across your rounded face to spy; 
Feeding back, there's awfully much to say.

Mark R Slaughter  

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