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Oct 2018
The cross around my neck is a testament,
To remember how I have changed,
To remember the person I once was,
To become what is to be.
Not God, not religion, about myself,
To prove to myself that I must mature through the decisions I make.
To remind myself I am not as selfish as I was.
To become the person I was afraid to be.
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curated chaos  23/M
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