I...

I...

have shadows in my past. I can talk about them and soon be okay. But sometimes, at those vulnerable moments when I do, I wonder if I am okay or if maybe I've learned too well to drive them back to the recesses of my mind.

I...

would sooner speak to entertain than delve into those deeper topics which I often muse. Too many the people who don't even hear the words I say--why wast my contemplations on them?

I...

have been jaded. The betrayal of supposed friends and mistreatment of one person by another has led to the degradation of my overall opinion of humanity.

I...

can fake a smile for almost any occasion.

I...

will do my damnedest to shoulder the burdens of those all around me in addition to my own--and am loathe to depend on others, even in the slightest.

I...

avoid showing my emotions. Precious few can see me that vulnerable.

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I...

somehow still believe that there is good in the world.

I...

think that reaching high is not to presumptuous an endeavor.

I...

believe that some dreams do come true.

I...

have a good mind.

I...

am loved. I have family. I have friends.

I...

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I am blessed.