The Lugubrious Disasters

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I never knew why it happened, but then again, none of us knew why any of it happened, and we never knew if we'd ever find out why it did.

But none of us knew why we'd see it happen to ourselves before the event actually happened, it didn't make sense, not to us, not to anyone.

We couldn't explain any of it to anyone; they either didn't understand or they thought we were all crazy, but then again, who's to say we're not?

Then when it did happen like we said it would, they thought we were witches or wanted nothing to do with us, or they only pitied, or felt bad for us, and their pity never helped us at all.

The only people any of us could confide in were the other girls it happened to, we had our own, rehab center, basically, for girls it had happened to, we all sat in a circle and talked about our experiences, but that wasn't  all we did, we spent time together, having fun, laughing, smiling, doing anything we enjoyed.

The rehab center just continued accepting more and more girls, and they could stay there for as long as they needed or wanted to, they could stay there during the morning, afternoon, evening, and go home whenever they wanted or they could spend as many nights as they wanted or needed.

There were so many girls, and it seemed like there always would be, it seemed like no matter what we did to stop it; we couldn't stop these disasters from happening, we began to understand that we might never be able to to stop these horrible disasters from happening, but we'll always be there to help and support the girls that go through these disastrous events.

All I know is; everyone has their own hardships in life, some peoples' lives are hard, some easy, some rough, some smooth, some filled with tragedy, some filled with delight, but what I've learned throughout all of these lugubrious disasters is that most peoples' lives have it all.

The easy, the rough, the smooth, the hard, the delight, the tragedy, the happiness, the hopelessness, the laughter, the tears, the screaming, the crying, the strangers, the family, the murderers, the assailants, the intruders, the rapists, the deaths, the brokenness; not all lives have it all, but ours do.

It's lives full of heartache and grief, to say the least, we've all been through hell; we know; we've been tortured; some of us, literally; but this life we live has tortured us, physically, emotionally, and mentally, this life has fucked us up, and it may fuck some people up as they discover more, but we're not dead yet; this is not the end for us, we'll continue to thrive, live, and fight, but I suppose the real question is; will you be able to make it through our struggles as well as we have, and come out on top?

 Yes? No?

Well, that's not for me to decide, is it?