Memories twisting into figure eights,
mixing and matching the times and dates.
They are pieces of history refusing to fade
vowing to linger until the debt is paid.

Little reminders from tiny connections.
breathing life into recollections,
Yesterdays that are refusing to dim,
awaiting the day I pay for my sins.

Things in the past I cannot change
with damages that still remain,
A lesson learned but the hard way,
and tomorrow brings yet another day.

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