Let your past make you better, not bitter.
That was what I shared with friends.
But I'm a hypocrite.
I don't practise what I've said.
Drifting aimlessly,
Wondering what, I wonder.
That I have sunk too deep in despair, hate and anger?
Or haunted by the ghosts of my past?
I see it in my eyes.
Exhaustion. From running away.
Emptiness. By denying who I was.
It's been a long and tiring battle, but I have no intention of losing.
You may have won this battle, but not the war.
Hopefully.
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