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The culpable hands. Rinse away the blood. The cuts, and scrapes. I have made a decision. My proclamation, Weakness, will not be A predators opportunity no more My heart wishes no longer to live in deceit Of the true nature it was intended for. I must become Someone A cause, an ideal, a man. Time to take this stand. And stand for real. I must not abuse my body , no longer neglect my talents, resist to change. I must follow my righteous path To avoid comfort and embrace the strange. Non-complacent Self-reliant Doing what I thought, was the reason I was brought, became something I was not. Not.
DECEMBER 2nd 2014

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