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as i sit here and think about my past and my present. i realize that very few people know actually what ive been through to make me who i am today.. most people dont care.. but those people who do know, i thank for being there through all my bullshit and everything else.. i just think its pretty sad that out of all my so calld friends only 2-3 of them actually know about my past.. i dont know if thats a good thing or a bad thing, but i guess its still a thing.