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There was no weapon other than with what I was born.
Yet the death was surprising, although expected.
Sooner or later, the past needs forgotten
and the future needs to be sought.
The ghost of my past has now been put back in its grave,
never to wander through my mind again.
Done with the crying, done with the grieving.
Calmness and serenity will come
as the past escapes with each breath I take.
As I release all of the thoughts of the spirits
that have haunted me all these years,
I rejoice knowing that new opportunities
are around the corner for me.