Lecture Hall
Sitting in the lecture hall
is when it all came clear.
My past is my creator
and my demon.
My past has giving me strength to over come
and improvise.
It has giving me the courage to take another step forward.
It has shown me how to dream and want more out of life.
it has also been my demon by my side.
Holding me hostage by anxiety.
Making it impossible to trust anybody.
relationships, social gatherings are basically openest.
Your past creates who you are
it can also hold you captive like in a jar.
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