Of my life lived thus far,
The different stages I can recognize,
In retrospect, the bars,
The surprising reactions from others,
Both kind and indifferent,
Hostility from self-preservation,
Or ingratiating opportunists,
Expectations not in line with my fate,
Decisions made the same,
Realizing that when it's all said and done,
It is all how I came,
To be who I'm,
There is no turning back,
But, were I born me, on this very day,
I would feel there is nothing that I lack.
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