Poem: Mistaken Gifts

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My past isn’t all for not. I’ve made mistakes, now they are all I’ve got. Those are the rewards from the battles I’ve fought. They are gifts. To those who are suffering as I did before, I hope that someday I can relate and use that knowledge to help them grow.

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