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Dec 2023
No more, no more shall I be a weapon.
No more shall I destroy for the sake of my own amusement.
Im tired of looking at the ash and blood of all the bridges I’ve burned and the backs I’ve stabbed.
The weight of it all has finally crushed me, I must change.
For the sake of those who I’ve harmed, and for those who still managed to stay.
I must stop myself, to better myself.
I must no longer be a weapon of despair, but a tool of hope.
I used to be a major ******* in highschool because I believed that everyone was out for their own benefit, they will happily step on me if they got up higher…so I decided that i will be the betrayer, and harmed so many people who I would’ve called friend today. One of the people who i used to be a **** to pointed out how much i’ve changed since then and were proud of the man I have become, one more healed back, one more bridge repaired.
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moon man  20/M/Bakersfield, California
(20/M/Bakersfield, California)   
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