Don't hold a grudge like a weapon, especially against your own self's past transgressions.
Do take the time to remember the good things, and not everything the critics dismember.
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Sometimes the old stuff resurfaces in the most unpleasant ways.
Things you think you've processed, that you feel finished with, once again arise.
There is nothing wrong with acknowledging the asshole in the room, and then sending them on their way.
It's never too late to start something you always wanted to try, or do, or experience, and it's also never too late to pick back up, that which you laid down years ago.
You don't have to remain trapped in what you thought was yourself; growth and change are going to happen, whether you like it or not.
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Breathe in and out.
Take a look around.
Can you see me now?
I'm the lost and found.
Touch my skin, it's soft.
Hold my heart aloft.
Lead me to the trough.
Drink the drink I brought.
In each soul there lives;
Dark and light to give.
Only when, what-if?
Stop and see the trip.
You can make your way.
You can seize the day.
Mix the paint, it's gray.
You don't have to stay.
Every word has strength.
Take its breadth and length.
Notice what you think.
If your blood were ink?
Happenstance is clear.
Hindsight, fondly dear.
Your love brought you here.
Don't lose, fight the fear.
As the river flows,
Ask the wind, she blows.
Only "heaven," knows.
Time's out, nothing owes.
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