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My Past Is Not Me
If I could rewrite the sentences of my past. The
Adversities, Challenges, Exhaustion. My Past is not Me
I often questioned myself, Why these mental games?
Emotional, Confusion, Manipulation from familiar.
People aI thought to be trusted bMy Past is not Me
She wasn't fed from a golden spoon yet Persistence,
Resilience are now her friends
Strategic wars hovered over her mind let's dive in.
Self awareness, Denial? Comparisons little did she know deep within it was someone known with games of
Power for control.
She gave the keys to her heart only for her past to
used against her to make to feel like a puppet on
strings. My Past is not Me
Is she's in the driver's seat? She no longer retaliates
She's detached from calculated manipulation.
Bread crumbs she doesn't chase, She no longer falls
for the bait. Will familiar faces ever let her get to the
Finish line?
Constantly spinning webs on her next move only to be reminded of her past for sport. My Psst is not Me
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Michaela Renee Solomon
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