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I am from my past,
But I am not trapped by it

I am present,
But I am not one to stand still
To stay here forever

I am for their future
And I am not enough for my own

I am, for some, their first smile of the day
And for others, their only encouragement

However, I am not to be mistaken
As a man made of sunshine and smiles

I am a man with pain
With fear of isolation and personal ineptitude

I am not to be categorized as anything
Anything
Anything, other than
The second best version of myself.