The days of slate and chalk,
Are not easy to erase,
They hold memories,
Of my childhood,
And memories from my past,
Sometimes am too scared to look back at my past,
I just don't want it to repeat itself,
Sometimes we hid who we really are from people,
Because we don't know how they will react when they find out our true form,
Some of us are beasts,
Some are Angels,
Some are demons ,
But all the same,
You can't run from who you really are
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