We came from a community of people who believed they were the best. In a community full of people who had parents but awful terrible at that they were might as well not have had any and so we all raised each other. Through comments and advice we held each other up and pushed each other through. We motivated each other then and we were on top of the world and we didn't need a thing. We used their pools and hung out and fought and found out what the good and the bad and terrible and the awful is. We were innocent and yet we were used to the worst extent. We suffered different things yeah I guess but I went through the most and still had to keep my head up. I had to keep breathing and oh god what a mission it was to stay with my feet grounded and my head carried in the air so high with nothing but my own blood flow. You didn't say a single thing that told me hey this is you and this is it and this is the world and hey this is what you're supposed to do and this is who you oughta be. You mended till you saw I would never break and kept mending from the day I was born to the day I mended your face and it scared you half to death to see it in my eyes that I can and I will. You said you called all the mending love and then you wondered how and why I would do this to you. But the soul in me is the only one that has ever protected me. Protected me from your hits and from your anger this soul sheltered me and showed you the world I carry and the strength within a four year old.
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No FicciónI haven't rough drafted this, or even thought anything through . This is my fucking story. My thoughts, yeah it's dark, I don't care, and I don't even care if anyone reads it.
