After filling out my profile
Recognize joy is not known without pain
Not the pain of me constantly hurting you
The pain that you remembered your past
The past will always be with you
But you can let go of the weights those memories carry
Like paint on a masterpiece
You cannot save all of the leftover paint
There is a working time for it
Then it dries up
And cannot perform its purpose
So it is discarded
Be grateful for its provision
And the beautiful marks
It left behind
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