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The old me. Used to walk in the other side of the road. I woke up on the right side of the bed. I was much different from the others, and I didn't know why. The old me. Wondered and pondered, thought and thought over and over to why I was like this, to why I was different from the others. The old me. Gave up so easily, a battle that can be effortlessly won, by just a simple lift of a finger. I fell, into the cold hard ground. I was down, and I didn't want to stand up again. But I realized, that it was okay to be so unalike. Now, whenever I'm feeling down, I pat myself on the back, breathe in and out, and I finally get up. Because this is t h e   n e w m e
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Sep 19, 2014
Sep 19, 2014 at 9:03 AM UTC
The New Me
The old me. Used to walk in the other side of the road. I woke up on the right side of the bed. I was much different from the others, and I didn't know why. The old me. Wondered and pondered, thought and thought over and over to why I was like this, to why I was different from the others. The old me. Gave up so easily, a battle that can be effortlessly won, by just a simple lift of a finger. I fell, into the cold hard ground. I was down, and I didn't want to stand up again. But I realized, that it was okay to be so unalike. Now, whenever I'm feeling down, I pat myself on the back, breathe in and out, and I finally get up. Because this is t h e   n e w m e
Something that was in my mind floating through dozens of other worldly thoughts. This came to me after hearing a song on the radio. And I simply expressed what I felt in this gem.
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Sep 19, 2014
Sep 19, 2014 at 9:03 AM UTC
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