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Jan 2018
I have written it on my heart that everyday, be it good or bad, is a chance to grow and evolve.
To much time I have wasted believing that the person I was portraying was truly myself. Blinded by society I survived in a body that was my own and a persona of another I had never met.
That girl found sadness in such trivial things.
She had no sense of self, no heart, no passion, and no ache for what truly mattered.
She is gone now, and the story of her soul is forever altered.
She has finally broken free amongst the shadows and seen the light of day.
new to the whole poetry thing
Written by
Jeanne wegner  16/F
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