I look through pictures of this person I used to be with these faded whispers of the people I have seen telling me they miss the old me and don’t get me wrong I do too but who did I used too be?i was happy is all that matters I was free to be me and I didn’t understand the privilege that was given to me. That was my first mistake upon Many that kept piling up till I couldn’t see what was in front of me so I’m blind to will happen tomorrow but as they say tomorrow is not that far away