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I don't know how to start this. I really don't. but im starting it like this so...

                                                my whole life has been a series of horrible truths. forced to grow up at a young age. to fast. looking at other kids either makes me feel jealus or protective of them. will I always no know wich way to go? I guess that's my question. I want everyone who reads about this to take a moment and think about that question. answer. then think about it again. will it be the same answer? well here is mine. your not going to know wich way you go I guess. this world is full of ugly truths. if your like me then you trust quit easy. but you have to learn you cant do that. why dose everything go up in flames? im not much of a talker at all. I don't even hang out with my age group. so wich way do you go? left? or right? up? or down? it all depends on the path your taking, yea adults have to make the decisions as well but, us kids aren't helpless at all. we see things. we hear things. were not oblivious of what's going on around us. so why cant we make our own paths? hop off the path were on and start walking on a new one. creating twists and turns. or go on more than one path? I may not be able to pay the bill, or help buy stuff, but im not helpless.

I always believe that you do what you believe is right. I know that everyone's life is filled with ugly truths. and I know that people go through rough times. but kids see things. I have another thought. sticks and stones may break my bones but words may never hurt me. words are societys greatest weapons. we use them as weapons against others and ourselves. but why? why cant we use them for good things? if words are so strong then use them for good. I know not everything is good. but there is a balance between the two and right now its mostly bad. I don't understand this at all. don't let peoples words cut deep. I now its really hard, but smile until the pain goes. when you have no fear, you shed no tears.



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