Freedom from the Past

You don't own me..

My past is dead. It holds no meaning

What happened happened. I need to be free of it;

I need to believe in feelings that are true,

That are beautiful, that are real. 

You hurt me, but I don't hold it against you,

Because you didn't know better.

Because I didn't know better. I was a fool,

But none of this really matters.

My past is dead; and I am now free to be me.




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