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  1. 2 points
    There was a girl, crazed look in her eyes. So much had happened throughout her life. Mommy on drugs, daddy always away. Growing up fast, struggling with the pressure. There was a girl so innocent and sweet. Only a matter of time and she'd start to be beat. Home everyday to the lectures and screaming. "Go get changed and start the cleaning!" Momma always said work comes before school. Slowly her grades plumeted to 0.2. Mommy's a drunk now and she never sees dad. Different men being brought home, moms new lovers she assumes. They start out alright but as time goes by, they are just as abusive as mommy.. Its a never ending fucking fight! Mom not coming home for multiple nights, leaving her kids but to her it's alright. Not that they minded because that was their break, but when she came home wasted as ever. Things would get bad and it never gets better. Guilt trips pulled, it's all their fault. Never the moms.. isn't she supposed to be the adult? There was a girl so hurt and broken. Filled inside with countless emotions. She thought about so many things she should say. But when it came down to it in her mind it remaind. Downhill the further she went, imprisoned in her own self resentment. Depression, Anxiety, and post traumatic stress disorders were next. Then came self mutilation through various ways. Suicidal thoughts became an everyday thing. Contemplating death, isn't it a beautiful thing? Here she grew into a sad excuse for a person. Here she's wondering if life is even worth it. The pain, the anger, the hopeless feelings. Is this temporary or a permanent thing? Does it get better or is this how it remains? Does this nightmare ever have a happy ending? Will mommy get better, will she get to see dad? Can she be happy, can she put it in the past? Only time can tell how this story will end, and that is how her story begins.
  2. 1 point
    Where is my strength? When I need to grow larger then this seed I'm stuck in it seems my roots won't take to the soil I have been given. Fear of breaching the surface, facing the sunny sky's my one life has to offer me. Fear of the raining storms and freezing conditions I must survive in. I keep getting small bits of water, barley enough to survive. I know there is more up there but the solitude and warmth here pleases me. Who needs to grow anyways? If I don't things will never, ever change. I will never feel the warmth of the sun, nor the heat of the sweaty palms that picks me out of love for another. I will never blossom to my full potential or feel the tears of joy from the families who've gained a new life. I will never feel the pain of a child stepping on me or the wind that so graciously brought me to this very spot. I will feel nothing outside of this lonely shell ever and I can't handle the idea of never experiencing anything. Even if I am a little weed in this world full of roses and daisies I must know what its like to be picked, looked at and cherished even if its only for a few seconds. Because I am a flower and despite what I may become I was made to grow. I think my roots jut took to the dirt.
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