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Why is it that the things we hate still have enough of an importance to taunt us and make us who we are today? I generally dispise more than I love, but too me passion could never fall to second place. I've always feared being too dependant on someone of the male species, therfore no matter how much I love someone there will always be those trust issues in the back of my mind that provoke my jealousy, my outrage, and my need for sekurity. My past taught me alot about who I am, where I stand, and what I take, accept, and make myne. I teknically don't believe in second chances yet I've given away more of them than I'd care to admit to. No matter how fast you run, the past will always have the capability of taunting you, teasing you, and possibly destroying you, but you have to defeat what you fear. The easiest thing to find is fault, yet it remains the hardest man-made flaw to accept. I have the right to be angry when I feel it, I have a right to skream harsh words when I feel it's necessary, I have the capability of being who I was born to be. Nothing could make up for things that have already happened, I don't forgive OR forget, I just move on whether its too a new situation or to a present one where I block what I disagree with. Acknowledge what deserves to be known & never make me feel any less than what I know I am.