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i am three people,
the person i once was,
the person i am
and the person i am working hard to be.
sometimes they meet,
they revisit their story with each other.
the person i am
and the person i am working hard to be.
sometimes they meet,
they revisit their story with each other.
they cry, they laugh and at times they run and hide.
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the person i am finds herself standing still
requiring more patience then she is capable of giving.
the person i am trying hard to be well
i hardly see her clearly...
she comes and goes and often has light around her
so bright i look away.
i am three people
they share common threads
all so desperately trying to be heard
one so wanting to be forgotten...
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requiring more patience then she is capable of giving.
the person i am trying hard to be well
i hardly see her clearly...
she comes and goes and often has light around her
so bright i look away.
i am three people
they share common threads
all so desperately trying to be heard
one so wanting to be forgotten...
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What beautiful words. Yes, we are made of our past, present, and future selves, aren't we? Even the mistakes and sorrows behind us inform who we are, and who we will be.
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