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[impartialtodrew]

I was told, I'm not like how I was last year, that I've changed. I answered, that now I really can be happy, I'm not living inside of a lie. But now I'm thinking...I'm not who I used to be, or maybe I am and that's not what they are used to. I'm growing, I'm reverting to who I was. Who I am. Hopefully soon I will become the image of me stuck back in the mind of my friends and I. Maybe I will meet those that I have lost again. I doubt, too many times have I betrayed their trust. Lost forever, it's better this way. I will raise my arms in forgiveness.

I've worn too many masks, I'm going to take this one off just like the rest, but unlike them...my face will remain bare. This time, I will become me.