Today I learned my experiences shape me, but do not make me. Every scar left on my battered up body, all these years letting my wounds redefine who I am: it all left me as someone else. After being molded by the trauma left time and time again, I became nothing but a never ending line. Always moving, always escaping, but leaving what is most important behind. I am taking back what they stole from me. The child that I had lost hope in, the one my mind discarded in order to save itself then. I want to breathe once more. I want to live.