the past lived in a bubble
of desperation,
suffering from an addiction
to attention.
but i escaped.
met with kindred souls,
heralds of peace
whose hearts overflowed,
overjoyed with love,
with goodness that broke my own soul
blanketed in shame.
into millions of pieces
lying in a pool of complacent tears.
i am no greatness.
i am no genius
no savior.
i am humbled.
i am new.
with eyes and soul awakened.
tabula rasa at blankest.
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