sometimes when I a need a reminder of how far I’ve come, I read some of my old poetry and it really puts things into perspective. I feel rooted in my story, I find similarities between who I was then and who I am now and I am able to see how much I’ve grown.

I used to be afraid to read old writings, but then I asked myself, why, what’s the fear.

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