I'm told it's all a lie that I just make it all up, honestly, they might be right. In fact, I've learned to ignore it almost entirely. The warm tears still making their way down my cheeks occasionally. It's not quite something that can easily be forgotten. Like that song that's always in the back of your mind; never entirely there, yet never completely gone. Lost in a world of good and evil, surrounded by continuous lies and secrets.
Now I watch my steps carefully in fear of getting torn to pieces again. You never know what might hurt you. So with this I have learned to open my eyes and mind to the possibilities.
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Barely Surviving
Teen FictionIt was beautiful and perfect, too perfect. For the blue began to fade. Imagine a night with no stars, no moon, and no light spent all alone. That's what became of the glorious light that I thought had saved me in the darkest of times. In the end, al...
