Be Kind, Fast Forward

I thought I was victim to my choices,A helpless prisoner of my past.Always a half empty glass,No fire burning, all just ash.I thought I was a slave to my old self.Not determined, just deranged.Charred by the challenges of change,Morbid like a mutt marred with mange.I thought I had to serve the man I was.Lost to …

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