With every mistake that I've made
I have grown, sometimes I feel like my mistakes were my true friends that I held on to.
Whenever I looked at the sky I've seen a part of me floating with the clouds.
My mistakes have seeped in my blood, and sometimes when I breathe I remember some events.
The past has become a mere shadow that might always stay a reflection, but will never define me.


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