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I am not little anymore. I have learned many things, none of them may be taken back, or altered to lobotomize me into the child you miss. I am a man now. Albeit not the best example of the lot. Perhaps not even the best example of humanity in general. But grown, nonetheless. I cannot change this. I don't want to. I know it is difficult to see that I'm angry often, that I'm bitter, and worst of all that I often hate the things you love. I am not little anymore. I wouldn't want to be. Better of worse; This is who I am. It is who I have to be. Hate it if you must, but it is also What you made me.
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Dec 11, 2010
Dec 11, 2010 at 2:33 PM UTC
Grown
I am not little anymore. I have learned many things, none of them may be taken back, or altered to lobotomize me into the child you miss. I am a man now. Albeit not the best example of the lot. Perhaps not even the best example of humanity in general. But grown, nonetheless. I cannot change this. I don't want to. I know it is difficult to see that I'm angry often, that I'm bitter, and worst of all that I often hate the things you love. I am not little anymore. I wouldn't want to be. Better of worse; This is who I am. It is who I have to be. Hate it if you must, but it is also What you made me.
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Dec 11, 2010
Dec 11, 2010 at 2:33 PM UTC
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