I have lived so many times before this, and each time is different than the last. You see, I'm not quite sure who I am yet, and I'm still trying to figure that out.
I've spent years killing each person I was before and praying that one day I'll find the person I want to be. It still hasn't happened and I'm not a step closer to figuring this out, but I think it's okay.
I've had a long journey and I think it's time to sleep now.
Maybe I'll wake up as someone new tomorrow and I'll forget all about my own personal graveyard I have built.
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poetry
Poesíapoetry is when an emotion has found its thought, and the thought has found words -robert frost. all poems are mine unless stated otherwise. just thought i'd give someone a taste of my mind. #4 in ode
