Dear, Self
Dear, Self
I am proud of the person you've become.
Living it up, living happy,
living as yourself, one on one.
You started as a seed,
and managed to succeed.
You always took advantage of every possibility.
Now, I am proud to look in the mirror.
As of today, I still smile.
You've been through so much
and still traveled every mile.
It wasn't always a simple trot.
Some days, I fell and lay.
Some days, I crawled to my destined spot.
Through it all, I say I am proud.
Not because of the sunny days,
but because I made it through the rain clouds.
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