I Stopped
I stopped thinking about the past,
about what we were,
about how it could have been
I stopped blaming myself for things that were completely out of my control
I stopped thinking that being mistreated,
forgotten,
abused,
neglected,
and over worked were things that just came with my lifestyle
I stopped making up excuses for things that were inexcusable
No matter how many times I stopped,
I still felt like I was moving
I stopped putting everything and everyone else first
I stopped thinking I was less then what I really was worth
Now even though I stopped,
every time I looked down I was still moving
I stopped fighting,
Stopped the feeling of defeat
Stopped hating myself
Stopped the tears thast seemed to start up out of my control
I became ductile to life
I began to notice how I’ve grown
How I smiled
How I flowed
And I realized it all was happening to me because I just decided to finally stop
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