Reminiscence

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I was made fun of; I laughed.
I felt the same chain of emotions for everyone.
Ignorance in the beginning,
resentment in between,
rage to answer back,
and giving up in despair.
I was broken; I cried.

It made me
close old doors,
erase some people,
tear past chapters every passing day,
hoping they never come back.

I was loved; I laughed.
I felt the same chain of emotions for everyone.
Butterflies, in the beginning,
the fights in between,
efforts to hold on,
and the sorrow of letting go.
I was broken; I cried.

It made me
open new doors,
invite new people,
write down every passing day
as it silently exited through the window.