Ayna Denisse Moncenilla

The old me

I’m no longer the old me,
the one you’d always find.
The old me died, breaking free from the inside.
I’ve changed, so is my life,
so is my beginning and end.
 
Gone are the chains of the past,
shed like autumn leaves in the wind.
In their place, a new dawn rises,
with strength born from the depths within.

burying the old me

#Dead

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