The path of truth, so full of undeserved pain.
Innocuous sacrifices become efforts in vain.
To be labelled and to have judgments passed
Has become my present; a gift from the past.
There was always something to gain, and to lose
Some to please; some whose paths were crossed.
Every pain, joy and judgement that came my way
Has become part of me; a gift from my past.
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