Biography
I'm an acquired dislike
Red
The past has a funny way of repeating itself if you don't pay attention. Then again, the past won't leave you alone no matter how much you try to leave it behind. So you decide to live with it. But it over stays. You try to accept it. It bargains on ways it you should make it feel welcome. You try to heal from it. And it always leaves scars that won't recover entirely. So what do you do with the past if it becomes a necessary evil? I've learned to just love myself for who I've become. Because it hurts less to love oneself, than to hate myself for what I've been through.
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