So it happened again.
Those bullets that pierce your skin.
You know, the ones in the school playground.
Rumours.
I have told you about them before and I will tell you again.
They are vile.
They are hurtful.
They are rude.
Stupid
Mean.
They are 'low blows'.
They are like a punch in the gut.
They are like a swipe at the face and even though they narrowly miss, it feels like you have been slapped.
They are lies.
How are we meant to trust each other if we lie all the time?
How are we meant to believe in the truth if we aren't being told it in the first place?
How are we meant to believe in ourselves if all we hear is shít about us and how pathetic we are?
How can we be expected to trust and love another if lies are all that seen to exist?
We can't.
We can't love
or trust.
But we can try and defeat these evil beings that are rumours.
We can stand up and say stop.
"Susie- SHUT UP!!"
Straight up.
Be in their face.
Stop the rumours right in their tracks.
Stop them from happening again.
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Dark Thoughts
Genç KurguSome thoughts that tend to come and go. Not necessarily uplifting either. Bits and pieces of the mind- my own mind. A series of short chapters that may or may not connect. Rated MATURE as this story may contain themes that may upset or trigger rea...
