I'll carry my past with me
it's mine and mine alone
in fact it's truly 
the only thing I own.

The pain and joy
the trauma and tears,
have made me become
the sum of my years.

I'll bury it no more,
nor look the other way,
those years gone by
leave me this to say.

"Owning all my sorrows,
troubles, strife and woes,
makes me so assured,
to know where not to go."

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