My past is a poltergeist. It's a scowling face. It mocks me. It's nothing but contempt for me. I just can't outargue -- outdebate this ghoul -- simply because he's right. Despite my many attempts -- We haven't found a way for coexistence -- yet. My hope for a symbiont relationship -- always backfired -- boomeranged. My conscience is a coconspirator. Poltergeist and It are friends. Their sole purpose is to nag me for wrongdoing. There's no riddance... It's cul-de-sac.
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