Like a djin

I hate my past.Not because of what it is, but because it keeps haunting me.Because pieces of my past rise in the middle of the night from silence and darkness ans steal my sleep.They never let me rest.They perform something like a ritual.All those people from my past make a circle around me and dance like a djin tribe.They are laughing.And torture me. Even if i let my past behind even if i stopped trying to revive it, my past won't let me move on. Is there any escape?I guess not.We all have to live with our past, carry it as if you carry your own cross.Get used to it.

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