To my childhood self who resisted the cult’s control: “You did well. You worked hard.”
4月 25, 2026菅原隆志54 min read
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*This article looks back on the author’s past delinquent behavior and recounts the path that led to rehabilitation, along with the insights and lessons gained along the way. It includes descriptions of past violent acts and antisocial behavior, but these are recorded as they actually happened at the time, for the purpose of fostering social understanding, preventing recurrence, and deepening self-understanding. It is not intended to condone or encourage any crime, violence, or antisocial behavior. Rather, it is a record meant to shed light on the danger of such behavior and the structural and environmental influences behind it. Because it contains raw recollections and shocking expressions from the past, some readers may find it unpleasant. I would appreciate your understanding before reading.
The image above is of me at 16, before I joined a bosozoku gang, lol (The bosozoku part comes after this.)
After this I joined a bosozoku gang, was arrested six months later, then sent to a juvenile training school → escaped → transferred → met an amazing teacher and reformed
Introducing a song I made while remembering my days in juvenile training school
I’d like to introduce a song I made while remembering my time in juvenile training school, where I met an amazing teacher.
But before that…
The conversations with the teacher, the warmth hidden within the harshness of juvenile training school, hope, and something to believe in—these were things that had never existed in my world before, things I had never known. They were there inside juvenile training school. I hated lies that trap people. I hated them to death. So at the first juvenile training school (short-term), there was an instructor who hinted that I should write lies in my letter, and I thought, so this is what juvenile training school is like, what a rotten adult, and I thought there was no way I could reform here. There were other reasons too (I was rushing through life, I wanted to see my girlfriend, etc.), but I escaped.
What I had been running from, resisting, rejecting—rotten things, dirty things, lies—what I finally reached wasthe juvenile training school where I was transferred. Around six months later, there was something I could trust, and it felt likea home where I could sleep in peace. I’ve written similar things many times before, butthinking about it sometimes makes me feel warmso when I remember it, I write it down.
Remembering those things, I had never written lyrics before, but I tried anyway, and then had Suno AI sing them. Songs based on my own memories and experiences really hit me hard in the heart. So I listen to them a lot myself. Please give them a listen if you like.
A song of gratitude to the teacher: Michi ~ Kansha ~ (Ver.1) Lyrics: me / Composition & generation: Suno AI
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