They leave you.
You leave them.
They come back to haunt you.
They crush hearts and friends.
They go away when you're drunk,
then come back again.
Their past defiles and defines who you are now,
because the you now is the you you've been.
They tear holes so large,
too large to ever mend.
They leave you.
You leave them.
They come back to crush you,
and show that how good you seem is only pretend.
shalom.
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