I used to worry about the past,
but now I enjoy the day.
I used to be afraid of what was behind the curtain,
but now I am anxiously pulling it open.
I used to judge a book by its cover,
but now I try reading it.
I used to think of myself the way others thought of me,
but now I respect that I am unique.
I used to paint my life black and white,
now I paint it with loads of colors.
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