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My history is mine ( Saw Wai Lin)

Do good actions for your neighbors while you are still living, all of my colleagues

More should be distributed, Helping and compassion with those who are in need

Because it is one of the most powerful weapons

You can't write your own history with money, with your valuable possessions belong to you

Many individuals are still waiting for your hand

I ’m Positive of being a person

Not the world's richest man, but the one whom the world admires most

In the current situation, I'm writing my history

Never leave my people to the hand of God

I'll get them out as much as possible

Life is too short that do not waste your time

Every day, I am faced with both love and anger

I pick the one I love and threw out the one I don't

As a result, love has become a part of our family

When people live together, I know that only love can build a peaceful world

Nowadays, more people are becoming poor as a result of people's hatred for one another

I want to have a nice day in my house;

Therefore I'm working hard in my life to help others

This is my history

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I was never a same person in everyone's mind and controlling over how I am evaluated may be unattainable. Is that why people write autobiography to change the narrative? Then, keeping in mind that my history is deeply personal, how far can I be objective in writing it is as it is?

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After navigating through something we all call "life" for the past decade, I come to the realisation that I own my life and I alone am responsible for my own peace and happiness.

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Sometimes , it wasn’t me

It is not me who people think of me

I can be different me

In the eyes of people

I can be the same me

For someone

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A little book covered in red

She knows my story

Only incomplete story is poured into their ears

But a little book knows all

Only holy lies are allowed to be known

But a little book knows the falling pieces

Only the light side is shown to them

But a little book knows the dark side

I don’t hide, I conceal

I don’t lie, I lessen

But a little book knows both sides

I tell the truth to this little book

My life is in this little book

No one will erase my story

My story will always be in this book

No one will read my story

And, she will never lie.

They are written by me

Because this is my history.

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I am no longer there
But, I will not allow you to shape my history

I am no longer there
But, I will not allow you to change my perceptive

I am no longer there
But, I will not forgive make-up lies about me

I will not authorise lies
Even if I have to bring my history to my grave

I would rather bury it with me
Instead of letting strangers mishandle it

Because my history is mine

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My History Is Not Mine (by Grace Hnin Oo Wai)

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My History Is Not Mine (by Grace Hnin Oo Wai)

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Sometimes,
I woke up
because of the loud noises
The noise isn’t from my mom’s cooking in the morning
It’s still midnight

I don’t know
Why people were running
from the camp
Then I woke up
from the half sleep
Oh! It must be
the gunshots and bombing
Even the ground shakes
a few times
OK I have to run now
I held my dad’s hand tight and ran

I don’t know
How many years I have stayed in the camps

I don’t know
When I can go back my home
But my uncle said
The soldiers burnt houses from our village
Maybe our house might not be burnt
Cause we did nothing bad to others

Sometimes,
I miss the time I played with my mom
In our golden paddy field
It’s the most beautiful time during sunset

I don’t know
Why there is no paddy fields
in the camps

I don’t know
Why I see my dad
only in the night time
Maybe he wants to
look for my mom
She was lost
while we were running
from our village

I don’t know
Why my dad said
“We have to go quickly now,
please don’t make any sound”
Mom was in grandma’s house
It’s the last day I saw my mom

MOM! WHERE ARE YOU?

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My History is Mine or My History is Not Mine 

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My History is Mine or My History is Not Mine 

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My history is mine

The things I left it behind

Try to memorize it

Will be perfect fit

I will be me in the history and I will write it in my own way.
I will include in whatever I want to talk about me.
I believe no one else can understand my history the way I can.

- PHYU