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here's a poem i wrote last night while trying to sleep

Past Present Future Past

The women of my life, none of them know
about my sordid past. The kind of past that
begs for a change of futures, but regails none. So
let them wonder about my past, a
life that cries for needing.

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Thinking back on past mistakes,
The list is long
And scribbled.

Thinking back on past failed relationships,
The list is torn
And crumpled.

Thinking of my future failures,
The list is long
And scribbled.

It cannot be changed.
History repeats itself.