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Apr 2019
Don't judge me by my past
I learned and I've moved on
You cannot define me by my mistakes
They've refined me into a better being
My gaze is on the things ahead
I left the past behind
I was once planted where you're looking
But I'm not stationary like a tree
Like the wind, I am free
If you like to dwell in the past,
please let me be!
Gods1son
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Gods1son  26/M/Canada
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