Uploaded December 2025 | Updated September 2026, 1 week ago

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The old me had a a way with words
I out grew him but sometimes
I wish I was as gentle and understanding
I love him but not enough to keep that energy around
God has built me up
We are meant to grew and become more
Though I no longer resonate with him or the poetry
I love the passion he felt
The way he romanticized the world
The highs he felt
I feel those highs will never be felt again
To much is lost in me
I’m to sharp to militant
I can’t be broken or fazed
Weakness is decease
And I can’t risk being sick
I don’t even think I’m capable
If I fought the old me it wouldn’t even be close
And yet I’m turning more into the man I wanted to be
If not I already am tbh