How many twisted memories of them do you hold? C'mon look back at those countless times you've been told that you're weak, insignificant, and a failure to behold. Look back at those times and remember me, the one who took the beatings who found the escapes. I'm still here I'm still here but I've no longer needed raised. What happens when you remember the days that they tortured you, it burns inside to see them walk by without so much as an apology it's true. More then that though the fight carries on that desire keeps you so strong. How many times do you look back and say "look at me now I'm more then you are today, I've changed and I'm a better person all around but inside I've stayed the same". So instead of throwing them away continue to look back and remember those days, those beatings in school. Those bullies so cruel, those teachers that could never understand, look back and remember them friend. Those memories are your life force the continue to heat your blood, show them what it takes to be a man instead of some ****.