PRETTYLECKAY
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 - Parts 17
 
At a very young age , I was the definition of pain and I couldn't erase the definition. I couldn't define love because hatred was the only thing that is revealing, life wasn't just bad! No I didn't have a life I was dead inside . I don't know but I think its time that I tell the world that I indeed was lost but I found the way, the truth and the life . I've found the healer of my soul , the one who has made me whole; the book it's more than expressing my feelings ! I've learned that life is not about what you feel, reason I destroyed the picture that I painted, I can't let my past to determine my future , I can't be controlled by feelings because I will never know the truth if I continue depending on my experiences, It's not about me being the voice of the voiceless, it's more than selling my art to you  ; it's about you finding the living word . Views don't matter, only the truth can make you free.
Should I Tell The world?