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At the age of 8,

She thought the world was perfect.

She had the best life- was loved, had fun, was content.

She didn't know that soon it will all end.


At the age of 11,

She started to notice that world wasn't perfect.

She stayed there listening to peoples' problems but she couldn't understand.

A part of her hoped that that's not the reality.


At the age of 12,

She shook, she first saw sexual abuse and death.

Death. It left a scar on her.

She never saw the world the same way ever again.

She intoxicated herself with anything, literally anything.

She threw herself onto guys, got into relationships –

Only hoping she'll forget.


At the age of 13,

Depression hit her hard.

She was unable to perform any tasks,

Fun was long gone from her life.

This feeling of emptiness was always with her.

Until she chose to change her path, again.

She intoxicated herself with drugs, again.

She threw herself on guys, again.

But then she was overwhelmed with feelings of being worthless, slutty, useless, not capable of love...

She decided to end it all.

But even death didn't want her.

Until she had a reason to live.

She had someone growing inside her, a baby.

Those moments were the best moments of her whole life.

She felt happy, alive, full of life?

But the monsters inside of her couldn't let her be happy, right?

They made it end in the worst possible way,

they made her kill her only reason to stay.


At the age of 14,

She is numb again,

Just this time, she is wiser.

She doesn't trust anyone, doesn't throw herself on guys and maybe stopped intoxicating her with most of the drugs(maybe)

Every day is like loop now.

She doesn't even care.

She's done with boys, fake people, hope, fun. She's done.

She still laughs and enjoys the moment;

But the emptiness always eats her up, doesn't let her live.


At the age of 15,

She is too scared of death.

But is waiting for the day death would silently take her away...


At the age of 18,

Are you kidding me? Do you think she would wait that long?

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