*Speak of your upbringing—*
*not to dwell, but to reveal.*
*You are not your past,*
*but its whispers can be heard*
*in how you love,*
*how you pull away,*
*how you stay.*
*Let them know where you come from,*
*so they understand*
*where your silence,* *strength, or softness was born.*
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