'self' 'reflection' 'change' 'year' 'old' 'new'
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Broken fragments pieced together,
is this who I am meant to be?
Little pair of hands and circuits working,
crafting what seems to be a part of me.
This year was but a spinning top,
back and forth, it'll slowly rock,
until your knees fall to the ground,
it continues to take you around and around.
This year was but a song to be sung,
What shaped this past year for you?
Well, everything really
Everything that I see and everything that I do
A passing thought,
And Arguments overfought.
They entagled the mind with works of all kind,
But not a single that could fix what had been done.
Though the damaged healed,
And past agression repealed,
Love it.
Love how solid the ground is underneath you.
Eat it-
Drink it-
The air that blankets around you.
Never let it go-
This is it,
It's finally here.
After testing stress,
It's my final year.
High school was fun,
Not at all what I thought it would be.
Junior year made me strong,
I. January to June - In Sickness and Health
She.She was my bravery,a touch to my soulconsoling the acheof being rejectedwithout the truth everbeing told.
Now that I've made amends
This heart searches for feelings to give
This isn't the end
I will outlive
These words will stay true and will relieve
Who Was I?
A weak guy,
a scared guy,
a shy guy,
but a nice guy.
Who am I?
Louder,
prouder,
thick skinned, more wins.
Tougher,
rougher,
