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But I have made peace with her, and together, we are forging ahead. Because no matter what life throws at us, we will keep moving, gallantly, like the queens we are. My past does not define who I am; it has taught me, shaped me and strengthened me. It has taught me how to walk through fire with my head held high. So yes, I will take the red pill. And I will keep my crown, embrace my scars, honour the woman I have become and wait for a worthy king who will love us, flaws and all.

The blue pill or the red pill? The choice is yours to make. Would you rather have millions with your current memories, or go back in time and relive life all over again? Such a tempting choice. Yet, strangely enough, I would choose the red pill. Because my past and all my experiences have made me who I am today. The crown on my head was forged through tears; my strength, through trials and tribulations I once thought would kill me. The blue pill offers an easier path, one wrapped in an innocence I sometimes envy. But in choosing it, I would lose my greatest treasure: the woman I have become and the greatest blessing in my life. I am who I am because of my past. Do I long for the innocent girl I used to be? Absolutely. Sometimes, I wish I could hold her, reassure her and tell her that everything will be alright.

Iv'e got a crazy,crazy wayzee thought Tweety is on the run again Taking a trip flying to the moon The cats on the loose with thoughts in a funny tune The cats so angry tweety took his cat nip away And now the cat has a hangover and feels really sick Life is so crazy wayzee tweety and the cat And then tweety flying up the fir tree Then the cat jumped and sat on the top The cat tried to get tweety in his trap With his arms stretched open wide But all humans saw the cat and they all knelt before Then tweety With a big smile on his face,flew out of the widow And into outer space

The sun is heat and warmth The warmth is the temperature of life The moon changes the tides And the minds coincide And the earth is the food of all life The air lets all life take a breath The water the giver as we grow to take and breathe

Life is so black it becomes a serious dark matter Like an explosion two pressures forced together The beginning of time was a pressure pushing out And the pressure of infinite wisdom pushing in When pressure can equal to equal for a period And just strengthen and then explode The dark matter is a reminder of the creation of the universe itself But the explosion of the clear sea can only create so much dark matter and if the dark matter is spun hitting a certain speed The pressure of dark matter will just change Its just a life of pressure going out going in And the world does spin,so life on earth has begun A clock

For all the choices that might have been, the what ifs, the maybes, or perhaps I’m just building castles in the air. But through it all the good, the bad, and the ugly there is one thing I am most proud of: My Angel. My little shining star. Do I have regrets? Yes, I do. But just as time is lost,some things can still be reclaimed. So I am moving forward with determination,with lessons etched into my heart,and with a fire that refuses to die.

How does one unbecome what they have slowly become? How do I find my way back to the person I thought I would always be? Where do I begin when the very person I need to change is the person staring back at me? Tell me, how do I unbecome what I hate? And where, oh, where, do I start?