(Everything I say here,
Remains confined,
Listed as my past;
Memories-
-and mistakes.
No matter the good;
Thankfully the bad as well,
Remain locked within this small
Compartment
Of my mind,
Remaining as distant memories;
Maybe even grim reminders,
That I may only reflect upon-
-but never reveal-)
To the new World that I enter,
Becoming a hopeful journey
For education
And independence.
I cannot say anything yet about what I may become;
What troubles and enlightenment I may face;
Who I may meet...
(But I know that I will have these historical inquiries
About myself to prevent those childish mistakes
Ever again.
These memories locked within my mind
Will serve as lessons...
And even hope,
As I will no longer be that dependent child)
I will become a New Person.
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