“Echoes of the Past”
The past doesn’t haunt me anymore- it reminds me. The echoes still come, but they sound different now. I don’t hear pain; I hear lessons.
You can’t erase where you’ve been, but you can change what it means. Every scar, every betrayal, every failure- they’re just coordinates on the map that lead here.
When the ghosts visit, I don’t run. I nod, acknowledge, and keep walking. The past is not a prison. It’s proof of survival.
X (XtheDemonSlayer)