Burned Bridges

I lived a past that seems unreal to me now. Every one I was close to I separated myself from or made them angry. Then I burned the bridges behind me as if they were dead and mourned their loss as such. Part of me died every time. I have little desire to reconcile, but it does not mean it does not hurt.
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Jan 30, 2013