I know someday I'll be betraying my old self by breaking those all shackles which were tieing me.
I know that my old self will come again and will ask the same question.
Are you sure you're right?
I know that I won't look back.
I know that looking back worth nothing.
Those words which I've got to listen were nothing,
They didn't belong to me
They were the shackles of disable mentality of certain people which cease to trouble others for their own sense of insecurities.
That day I know I'm not bound to the thoughts of cognitively disable mass.
I'll be mentally independent to be me, to think my own thoughts, to make my own decisions, and to create a home within me which nobody owes.
Though it all feels unreal like a dream but I know it'll be true that someday I'll find myself betraying my old self for the good while breaking those shackles, cherishing my mind, heart, body and soul with happiness, truthfulness and honesty.
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