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pinkster
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I lost it all before, in my days of
darkness, despair, tears.
I was young, but I bore the weight
of a woman.
So harshly was I looked upon,
for simple mistakes.
I made so many, I was ashamed.
Not the hot tears falling, searching
for excuses, but the kind
where my parents looked at me
with sheer disappointment.
I never thought I'd find myself,
my place, my life. And yet I did.
Although I cannot travel back in time,
I can better my present self, and
perhaps, my mistakes will be
forgotten.
03.23.04
darkness, despair, tears.
I was young, but I bore the weight
of a woman.
So harshly was I looked upon,
for simple mistakes.
I made so many, I was ashamed.
Not the hot tears falling, searching
for excuses, but the kind
where my parents looked at me
with sheer disappointment.
I never thought I'd find myself,
my place, my life. And yet I did.
Although I cannot travel back in time,
I can better my present self, and
perhaps, my mistakes will be
forgotten.
03.23.04

