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dear old me: a poem

 

You fell in love with a concrete heart,
not realizing that you should have loved
yourself first.

You looked right in the eyes of fear,
finally understanding that it did not
and will not define your path.

You found ways to cope with your frustrations,
and a little bit of clarity along the lines of
“things will become greater”.

You counted your blessings,
cherished the hours spent with the ones
who loved you the most all along.

 

You let the ghosts of your past run free,
knowing that some things weren’t meant to be.

 

Take a moment to be proud of the person you are today,
and let that cautious girl know, it will be okay.

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