Mine, not yours.

By Abrahim Harb

The past was simply that—
I live for today,
and tomorrow.

Ive stopped trying to rewrite the lines,
and let the ropes loose.

Erase this out, spice this up.
Am I that boring? I beg to differ!

Its my story,
not some fiction book.
Its my story,
not for your altering,
duplication, or manipulation.

Nobody can rewrite their past,
as for right now,
this very second,
we can start over;
With a brand new sheet of paper
not discolored, written on, creased or ripped.

Its my story,
not some fiction book.
Its my story,
not for your altering,
duplication, or manipulation.

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