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It's been a while. Years have gone by since I've put pen on paper Allowing my soul to free itself from its fleshly constraints. Looking back now, I wonder why I'd imprisoned it, myself, in the first place. I want to start anew. A fresh and crisp page. Newly potted ink. A desk cleared out, given a new purpose. But In this act, I fear I may do myself the injustice of inadequacy. In this act, I fear I may inadvertently erase my past self. In this act, I fear I may write up a new persona, someone who is not really me. And oh what a shame that would be, For everything I'd done and said as a naive adolescent It would all be in vain. So yes, It's been a while since I'd sat down with myself, Had a conversation with my thoughts and my heart and my innermost secrets I've hidden from my own mind. And so yes, I want to start fresh, to start anew. But should I? Will I? Most likely not.
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Mar 18
Mar 18, 2026 at 7:06 PM UTC
I was sixteen, 2019
It's been a while. Years have gone by since I've put pen on paper Allowing my soul to free itself from its fleshly constraints. Looking back now, I wonder why I'd imprisoned it, myself, in the first place. I want to start anew. A fresh and crisp page. Newly potted ink. A desk cleared out, given a new purpose. But In this act, I fear I may do myself the injustice of inadequacy. In this act, I fear I may inadvertently erase my past self. In this act, I fear I may write up a new persona, someone who is not really me. And oh what a shame that would be, For everything I'd done and said as a naive adolescent It would all be in vain. So yes, It's been a while since I'd sat down with myself, Had a conversation with my thoughts and my heart and my innermost secrets I've hidden from my own mind. And so yes, I want to start fresh, to start anew. But should I? Will I? Most likely not.
I haven't opened up Hello Poetry since I was 16. Back then, I'd been so full of ambition and excitement, finding a community to delve into with all my might. But quickly, I found myself embarrassed and I hid myself once more. Looking back, even my username is sort of silly, clearly a girl who was trying too hard to be noticed. But I won't change it. I've grown to love who I used to be, even if I am not her anymore.
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Mar 18
Mar 18, 2026 at 7:06 PM UTC
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