The past that defines you, or the path you decide to take?

At 12, my innocence seized

Mind fuzzy and fogged, allowing the darkness to take over

Several attempts, trying to make the pain go away

Propitiously, i failed, granting my mind to imagine the possibilities of the future

Stuck in this mentality, I use my experiences to guide the less fortunate, whom have wars raging inside of their minds





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