Gordonville

Everyone thinks I wasn't okay
I went into hiding
I needed My space
I focused on me
And let go of mistakes
Taking time to breathe
And just let things be
In the end I came to
A simple conclusion
Not to beat myself down
For all my wrong doings
Instead I reset my way of thinking
On things I could better control
And not dwell on others limiting my soul

This poem is about: 
Me

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