Its been so long,
What Ive experienced,
Is but one chunk of a life,
That I remember very little about.
Even though three years have come and gone,
The mind wonders to yester times,
Combing through the archives,
Seeing what went wrong,
Even the rights dont make sense.
Who I am today,
Is what I am because of those times,
Crying times,
Joyful times,
They all mingle to create this persona.
This person that was created,
Is one of resentment,
But also of wisdom,
To the facts of what life is,
And that life is a bitch sometimes.
Just like anyone,
There are ups and downs,
All having a wise turn,
Learning comes from these tribulations and ecstasy,
That is what has made me,
The person you read of now.














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Who I am today
Is what I am because of those times
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