The door to the past

Copyright: Roger Bultot


It hurt me. The more I told myself not to think about the past the more I seemed to think about it. But there was no use going back to the things that hurt me right? When I still had a life to live to the fullest it made no sense for me to hurt myself over things that couldn’t be changed. What had happened had happened. So I decided to put away all that reminded me of the past behind a door and lock it. Occasionally my mind does wander near the door, but I will never open it.
Word count: 100
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