My past

February 8, 2016

At times I may,

Cry myself to sleep,

But I am who I am

Because of what happened.

I wouldn't take any of it back

All that abuse and hate

Because it made me who I am.

Im proud of who I became.

Ill never be who I was

But Ill learn to love who I am

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