MY PAST IS MY FUTURE

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You peek through the curtain, but closed it so slowly, you looked through the cracks of the door, but you closed the cracks so you could not see. The pot of gold that touched your heart, the cover you closed the top, but the day did come as it was reviled to you that it was already there, which were you. Sometime things may seem to be for fetch to believe, but you must believe in that which was already there, for the truth is yours and the happiness is sealing that which is your gift and was already part of you

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