Me
I’m the one who looks at me in the mirror, and lives with my life and thoughts.
I know where I’ve been to get where I am, and my path forward can't be taught.
Decisions I've made have succinctly laid the folds of the bed I lay on, and each day that I wake make no mistake I will live it like its the last one.
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