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The summer after graduating from college, I met this guy. He was a good person, but there was always something about the way he spoke to me and the way that he watched me speak to him.  He was judgmental and stubborn. It felt like he wanted me to be something I couldn’t. He’s no longer a part of my life…and I’m more me than ever before.



i  could  tell that he wanted to mold me

but  he didnt seem to know

that i was less like clay

and more like stone

see its not that i am hard

or that i am cold

but i know who i am

i wont just do as im told



Author: Holly Bowes
Author Bio: My name is Holly, but you can call me ilekso. I enjoy writing poetry, being by the lake, and connecting with others. I have music playing almost every second of the day. It’s the thing that I love most. I am here to help those who need it, while spreading joy, positivity and love.
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