An ode to my past self

I’m sorry

For not being creative enough

Expressive enough

Loud enough

Enough

Just enough

Was I enough?

But I know it didn’t matter

Doesn’t matter

I will stay

And I will leave

I’ll find my way

Right between these piles & piles of scattered timelines and broken promises

I need you

I need to find you

Again

Like I did

All those years ago

All those tears ago

You

Are

Me.

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