The past lingers like shadows on your soul
You catch a glimpse but it is gone
Faded peripheral vision
But clear for anyone else to see
Like a tattoo, permanent
It can be covered up but the reality of what it was never changes
There for all to judge erroneously
There for all to condemn out of context
Shadows on your soul that have moved on
While the world mocks
Derides
The sum of me in the mind's eye"
Of someone who barely knows themselves
Casting boulders from glass mansions
Let him who is without sin?
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