"Looks can be deceiving but words are always meaning". Looking at me you wouldn't know my past. You wouldn't see my hurt.
On the outside is a young girl who grew up faster then the other kids. A girl who was taught young that the world isn't fair and doing even the smallest things can get you in a lot of trouble. Step into the shoes of this girl and you will see the pain, hurt, blood, sweat, and tears that she has endured. See the closet of smiles she wears everyday to cover up the hideous frowns and tears she conceals.
Step for just one minute and really look at the girl. She isn't the happiest, most cheerful girl there is. Look at her slouch. Look at that broken smile. Look at all the bruises and cuts she hides under her sleeves. Notice the thinning of her hair. Notice that isn't her natural skin but layers of makeup to good herself. Notice how thin she truly is.
Just stop for a moment and picture yourself through the eyes of this girl and all the pain and suffering she went through and ask yourself, "Would I be as strong as her... Or would I take my own life?"
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My Life: A Collection of Short Stories
RandomMany of my old followers wanted me to do a narrative based on my life. These short stories spans from my early years to the present, always changing. I will try to update it with a new chapter every week or two so comment if you would like changes...
