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I've always had this picture in my head; of this sad lil boy in a dank lonely street, sobbing softly to himself in the pale spot of lamplight sheltered from the dark of a moonless night.

I guess we all feel sorry for ourselves sometimes. Its one of the flaws that marr and strengthen our nature.

I admit, sometimes I lock up my negativity; my little disappointments and pain. I mean what right do I have to mope over my little afflictions when people in the world are literally dying of hunger, dying from war, from terror. Besides, nobody wants to hear a sad story... Everyone has their own. Maybe this is just how all the lil hurts i've compiled manifests itself.

Sometimes, when people look at me and decide there and then, that I'm one sort of person, it does kinda scath, ;) just a lil. But, y'know, I don't mind so much. Everyones entitled to what they wanna believe. True or not. As long as my good buddies and me family of course, know who I really am, it's more than enough.

"All I need is the air that I breathe, and my friends and family to believe in me," Trik Turner

I know that I've tried. I know that I've failed. I know that I've suceeded. I know I have weaknesses, but I also have strengths. I know that someone up there knows all this too and understands and loves me all the same.

We can only be who we are. We are human. And that comes with the good and the bad. We may desire and aspire to perfection, but perfection will forever be beyond the realm of man.

We have to realise that everyone has their faults.

We all want to be forgiven right? We all want that second chance.

I know I can't control everything nor everyone around me.

What I can do, is start with myself...

That in itself, is difficult enough.

Still, all we can do; is try.

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