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Ghosts of the past are waiting,
waiting to break free
from the subconscious prison.
They lie dormant, like trees
in winter, down dim and
dangerous avenues in your mind.
Banished there, never to return.
You slide through life, seemingly
in control, and comfortable,
keeping the past under lock and key.
Forever shoring up the prison walls,
securing your feelings
and guarding the gates.
Always in fear of uproar within.
Comes that day, and the inmates riot !
nothing holds the tidal wave of
thoughts smashing through the
conscious mind, thoughts that
stir, sting, and scald.
forcing you to reconsider
truths you tried so hard to hide.
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