{because i learned from my mistakes}

The past always creeps up on me. It holds a million memories. Memories that I don’t want to forget. Because for me, some of them were beautiful. I would relive those moments in a heartbeat. Then, the memories I wish were nightmares instead of reality. There is nothing I can do about those memories except neglect them. But, I don’t want to. I want to remember the worst. Because when I do come across a horrible day, I know there has been worse days. I know how to handle it now. Because I learned from my mistakes.

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