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I won't be afraid.

 

No, I won't suffer defeat. I won't fit into your mold.  I will no longer be the 
person that you have always wanted me to be. I will never live my life to meet 
your expectations, because all along I will always let you down. 

 

No, I think that I have grown tired of being a part of your game. I won't shape 
myself to be a piece of your puzzle. I will no longer allow you to put blinds over 
my eyes and now let me see myself in the mirror. 

I will break these chains of dependence because all along I never needed you. 
I'm not your puppet, no longer your pawn.

 

I will be myself from now on. I may be imperfect, but perfect you will never be. 
I may be full of impurities, but you can never wash your hands clean. I may 
have been wounded, but these lesions will heal. And in the end I will be 
stronger than you. My time has come for me to be satisfied with who I am. 

 

I can't please you and I never will. So I will no longer waste my time trying to 
be something that I will never live up to. I will no longer be scared to be the 
person that God intended for me to be. I may have my faults, but you will 
never be faultless. At times I may be weak, but I am content with where I am 
and I know that my feet are scarred from the roads I have travelled. But i will 
be stronger that you will ever claim to be. 

 

I realize now that through all of this, I have become a better man. I've loved 
and , I have lost. I have smiled. And I have cried. I've experienced times of 
happiness and yet tragedies have torn at my heart. But through it all, I realize 
that I am a very fortunate individual. I may not be a wealthy man. I may not 
have a countless number of contacts on my cellular phone. I may not 
be "perfect." 

 

But what is perfect anyways? Is perfect having a pocket full of cash and no one 
at your side? Is perfect having everything in the world but no one to share it 
with? Is perfect having a countless number of acquantances and no true 
friends?

 

I don't think I want to be perfect. I think I just want to be Logan. I think i'm 
fine with that and I have no reason to be anything else. No longer will my 
perspective on life be construed or manipulated by what you have to say.

I can now see what you always kept from me. You tied me down by my 
imperfections and made me aware of everything that I am not.

I will no longer waste my time on being what I'm not.

I will be myself.
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