Everyday, there is always a battle going on. Sometimes i have felt that that describes my confusing life. Since i was 7 years old, things became fragile. I felt like i was on a tight rope, looking down on the events that have occurred in my life so far. So much heart ache changed me from being a weak person, to a beautiful trier. All that has ever mattered to me was the subtle, bone-chilling events that made life sweet. It took me years to notice that every worse moment had it's impact on me, and that's alright. Every impact was a good one for me. Like a stepping stone into the person I see in the mirror everyday. The truth is i have never had an easy life. But I believe that all persons haven't made it to where they are without a little storm. Everyone has an ongoing story, and this one just happens to be mine.
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An ongoing story
Non-FictionThis is all about my life. My biography. It starts from my childhood years, and goes to the present. Telling of what ive seen, heard, or done. And what i have learned on the way.
