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1d
I am the spark they tried to dim,
The quiet voice that learned to swim.
Not every scar was meant to stay—
Some taught me how to walk away.

I’m not my past, I’m something new—
An untold truth just breaking through.
I am not my past. I am the outcome of it.
Odalys
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Odalys
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   Malcolm
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