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I guess I could look back and be reminded of things that bother, hurt, and broken me in the past.  Or I can just look back and laugh at the pain that taught me things that I have always tried to understand.   I often questioned myself with why in the past, now it’s why not
I don’t want the pity or the Awwwwww’s because now I’m built to be a better person.  
Wiser. .. 	
I don’t concern myself with other people ways of thinking towards or about me.  I still smile.  The stares doesn’t bother me, I’m different and choose to be this way.  This is just who I am and the important part I love me even the annoying gray whiskers that always seem to pop up has a reminder finding their way to the surface.  
My flaws are my own and I welcome them.  I have work to do, and if time doesn’t allow me to clear my flaws, then that’s fine.  It’s a part of me.  I have days that I just sigh, stare at my bed room celling, with the feeling of tears burning my eyes, then I realize change is apart of me.  I’ve hurt and that can’t be taken away, while on my knees begging for no more; I could have drown in my own tears.  
No self-pity.  You can think what you want, or say what you feel.  I know what it’s like and I would fight for it all over again.  
The pain….
You don’t know what it’s like because its mine.  I share so that you could understand or try.  You may never, though don’t question what I know.   It’s about me my personal struggles, when will I love or hate that’s my time. Fine sand shaped in a beautiful hour glass.  Here you go, Count the grains I MAY be ready then.  
Like I’ve said, I could sit back and remind myself of all the things that have broken me.  But why? When the same things that broken me in the past; were the same things that made me stronger. Hard times chase us all; just hold on, there is a tomorrow.
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