Never again
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Last published Mon, Oct 10, 2011
I Wrote this a Long time ago with No regrets. Every sentence speaks a story, But the past is behind me and this Untold story won't cover it. I'm Not going to say I've "Changed", Because I feel the same. Yes, I'm Human and Yes I have weak moments. But its those Weak moments that teach me lessons. I've matured about Labels, And Yes I did Label myself Once. It was Because People Labeled me, I melted into there sterotyped minds. But things have changed and anyone's opinion about how I look or Dress would mean less and less to me.
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