I am from the Saturday morning cartoons

and learning the difference between church dresses and play dresses. 

I am from the mistakes I have made and the lessons I have learned. 

I am from the time I burnt my hand learning not to touch the hot stove and the time

I felt like I had lost all control and ended up in the ER for a suicide attempt. 

I am from the first boyfriend I had and the first heartbreak I ever endured. 

I am not my past my but the lessons I learned in my past, and if you really knew me, you'd know that

this is but a small part of who I really am. 

This poem is about: 


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