Everybody assumes they knew me but they realized the thimnest of the layer. This new me is not afraid of the ridicule and judgment, opinions and suggestions on how to live my life. What people once knew of me is no longer in comparison with the new me. I left myself to crash and burn, die in the ruins of a different boy, every month, a dark place, confined space, I escaped my own prison. I’ve been living free. I burned the letters, poems, drawings, trashed the gifts, reminders and memories I once held onto. I once knew myself but found out so much more when I became the new me. I left my past with the dirty deeds I did for those who disrespected my body and cheered on the disgrace I was bringing upon myself. I understand, to them I was an easy blow job, a simple hit it and quit it, though I chose to never speak of my past and before I was able to identify the new me I was well aware that the old me was unable to let the past empower me. Now, a sit back and relax, knowing the new me has no reference, similarity, desire, or regret of what happened. What the old me taught the new me, easy doesn’t get you far in life, only to the emergency room where doctors are unable to diagnose the cause of the pain. So to know me, you would have to been there, every second of every minute of every day, month after month and year after year to say the new me if only an edited verison of what you once knew. In reality, if you truly knew me, the new me is more vibrant, healthy, spiritually matured, deleted the flith, erased the past and let the days of the present enjoy who I am now and the days to come enjoy who I will become. Pick your story, whether you knew me then or were able to meet the new me, my progress does not end here, I am forever loved and blessed tho whom I shall always remain faithful.
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