Random Poems by Me: Part I

I don't know if it's wrong or not
What I know is it has differed
To things that I hate about
And things that should be burned

Past is just a past
We can occasionally recall it
But we can't live there last
Just go and move fast

Have we done it right?
Is this something worth to fight?
Whatever, don't care about their thought
Just come to me and hug me tight

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