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The PastDon't be sad,
Forget the past.
What's happened has happened,
You can't change that.
Should not be allowed to weigh you down.
Tell it to go away,
Just remember the happy times;
Those mean more than anything dreary.
Remember that the future will be better.
In the meantime,
Enjoy the present.
Life is too short,
To keep looking back.
Don't regret anything in the past,
That's what made you who you are today.
You are who you are,
No one would want to change that.
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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