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The Rage....

I Am feeling nostaligic and looking back as much as I am looking forward to things... I can remeber that there is always a purpose, there was one when when i was here... there is still one now... not everything has been taken away from me... while the last month has been dark for everyone around that month is over.. the time of mourning is through it's time to move forward... while i may do it with a heavier heart and with conflicting feelings, it still needs to be done... I'm not the One that took everything away... I have safe places to be, I have a history of being the person that I am, I haven't changed, Circumstances around me have.. and that's it... i come here and feel ten years younger... it's been 10 years since the year I had complete freedom and owed nothing to No one because I wasn't aware that i had responsibilties, as I sit on my street and wonder about things, i remeber you not I have always made the choices to do things.... 10 years ago I was free and had no responsibilities to you by your choice, Nine years ago you made a choice to involve me agian, and you should know my character, when it come's to family... I'm never ever going to fucking back down, espcially in regard to my children. i Can come back here in a minute and abandon everything but right now for a number of reasons that's not an option... that and the whole fact i have no intention of Failing... I'm Not afraid to fail, But I Don't know how to i never have known how... I'll Fight until there is no other option left. Always have.

Current Mood: Nostalgic.
I don't like to fail. I hate to fail. But I'm not afraid of it.

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