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Life saver
The memories of a young and innocent boy, the memories of a different childhood, so many memories he remembers not, images thrown away, long forgotten, yet lingering deep inside, holding on not letting go, a piece that changed everything, creating what stands today, memories people don’t know of, memories people wouldn’t dream of, few would understand, as they say it takes one to know one, that young and innocent boy, changed forever, his once young and ever sweet smile, never same, sweet and soft yet holding a secret, not so innocent, not so free, the freedom taken, the confidence crumbled by an insignificant few, the childhood of a boy, a boy with a heart of gold, a heart hurt, torn at again, and again, yet never closed, the young boy turned guilty, never the same, they say if you can’t beat them join them, that heart no longer wanted the pain, the disappointment, it turned dark, shading the warm and light it embraced, those insignificant few, who cared not of him, had pushed, forcing his path to change, no longer strong enough to hold on, no longer wanting to hold on, hold on to the story that followed, that young boy was no longer that young and innocent boy but a growing adolescent, with heart full of hate, a hate he or no other understood, towards the world, towards his closest, the pushing and pulling, the tearing and beating to his heart, had left no space for love, a space that once was filled with love, filled with peace, no longer truly in control, he followed his suppressors, following their footsteps, not taking his own, that boy learned to hurt, learned to cheat and lie, learned to not care, learned to take without approval, he learned to tear at others the way he had been torn at, those memories, that boy in no control, blinded by himself, blinded by the hate and anger, the hate and anger no one really understood, the hate and anger he never understood, never figured out but later learned and matured from, that anger and hate had forced a change, that adolescent was leaving his world, to start a new one, a new one not holding a long future, a short lived revolution, a revolution that would leave scars, scars that would disappear, then surface, to remind that boy, remind him of where he come from, remind him of what he was, these scars came from a different suppressor yet the same, same shit different story, this short lived revolution, was a one, only he knew, a one he never revealed, never until this day, his creator never discovered, scars that for many lives to come would decide every move and step, every choice, every decision, the scars that made him feel not wanted, not needed, the scars that made that boy, feel like he had no purpose, the scars that brought thoughts of end, thoughts of whether there was any point to go on, the dark had turned to pitch black, had he any desire of continuing, any desire following this lonesome road, this road now filled with the hate and the anger, the resentment, the nasty belief that nothing good, would ever come of this, this waste of a life, he was too coward, to finish what his creator had started, he dared not finish the job, put an end to the horror, he had no choice but to push on, was he too coward, or was it that young follower, that soul that he envied, a soul he had grown side by side with, that soul he had hurt, hurt so many times, mistreated and bullied, yet loved and hated at the same time, was this the meaning, the meaning for living, he was too young, too young to understand, to know, but something had to change, because his smile was long forgotten, a smile many to this day question its presence, a smile very few witness, a smile with low self-confidence, never again innocent, that boy, that adolescent, now neither, but a young man, a young man changing worlds yet again, leaving everything, everything but the memories, change was coming, light was dawning, many could say it wasn’t so tough, many would say they’ve experienced worse, maybe, maybe not, but no one would ever know what that boy felt, what that boy remembered, no one would ever understand or feel the hate and anger, the dark, the resentment towards the world, that he believed he was born with, even today still wonders, but a hate and anger that now fights with a love, a light that grows ever stronger, the young man, that once was a young and innocent boy, was now a fighting young man, a young man fighting for his life, fighting for what he loves, fighting for those he loves, still he suffers from the memories, the scars and his suppressors, from the lives he’s lived, the experiences that made what stands today, he looks back on that day, the day he was too coward to end what was given to him, to end the mistake of a life he felt he lived, and wonders, what was holding on, what was it, that didn’t want to let go, was it that young soul that pushes him still to this day to do better, just to impress, that young soul, the only soul to always awake that innocent boys smile, the only soul that actually could truly hurt, truly scar his soul, he was the soul that saved that innocent boys heart, a true hero, a hero that would never sadly never know, never really know what he did, he saved a life. He saved…
