As I begin, I become
Starting, Knowing less.
Growing, Learning more.
Some things will never be forgotten.
Somethings never unlearned.
My story of myself still untold.
The choices in life help the time pass by.
As these choices happen I begin to live.
Because being, I am born again.
Time has become brief.
The days longer than before.
To live this way is doubtful.
Yet, my heart longs for more.
I have come and gone.
And now I am,
The person with a story,
To share and tell.
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