The old me.
Used to walk in the other side of the road.
I woke up on the right side of the bed.
I was much different from the others,
and I didn't know
why.

The old me.
Wondered and pondered,
thought and thought over
and over
to why I was like this,
to why I was different from the others.

The old me.
Gave up so easily,
a battle that can be effortlessly won,
by just a simple
lift of a finger.

I fell, into the cold hard ground.
I was down, and I didn't want to stand up again.
But I realized,
that it was okay to be so unalike.

Now, whenever I'm feeling down,
I pat myself on the back,
breathe in and out,
and I finally
get up.

Because this is
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