I have changed so much I do not recognize who I am.
The darkness came and had a plan.
The darkness buried me so I could not see the light.
In the darkness, I had to learn how to fight.
Freeing myself from the misery.
Along the way, I left pieces of me behind.
Fragments of my soul that were not brave or bold.
I left them there in despair.
Not because I did not care.
But because I could not win my fight with them along.
Someday I will come back and explain to them why
They had to stay behind for me to become strong.
This may seem wrong.
But every soul loses parts of themselves along the way.
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