Leave my mark in society. For me, this started with carving into the picnic table at the park, and my choice of music written with magic marker on the bathroom wall. It’s all taken advantage of. From finally reaching deliverance from the graphic, explicit, sub-conscious trauma, I can feel the triumphant glory of success. Making a respectable name for myself. It’s not an easy journey. The first thing I was taught was The Courage to Heal. Making my warrior mask to prepare for the transgressors. Half-of-the-fun is getting there; carving our generation in time (The Who). PS: The grass is a lot greener on the other-side.
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