I free fall trough life
colliding with every mistake
destined to meet every pitfall
With a complete lack of foresight
From my birth out of heaven
My journey will inevitably descend
Into a whirlwind of turmoil
Which seemed, at first, an unfortunate coincidence
But has since been realized as a series of choices
Though seemingly unconscious and unintentional
The choices, the mistakes, the things that have defined everything
These things are mine to carry with me
These things that define me
Who are we if not our choices and mistakes
Who are we if not our worst selves
Waiting to be seen through a different perspective
Waiting to be reinvented into someone we might not loathe

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