The Past

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I've given up my soul
To a deal making demon
I know it'll take it's toll
And I've given up my freedom

But now I have forgotten
The pain from my past
I know it was selfish and rotten
But with the memories I couldn't last

So I traded my soul to forget the pain
But I regret my choice
My beliefs and morals were also slain
And it is them I can no longer voice.

Never try to give up a memory
Either good or bad
For they make you who you should be
And without them you'd be sad

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