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May 2017
I want to prove to her I'm not a *******, but the only way I could, would be moving on.
And the day that I move on will be the day that it no longer matters.
She will never know.
Yet again, another contradiction that will live until the day I die.

...So be it, I will prove it to myself.
I have moved on, and decided I will prove it to myself. You cannot control what I think of myself anymore.
Rafael Melendez
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Rafael Melendez  28/M/Austin, Texas
(28/M/Austin, Texas)   
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