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Scars.

Scars.

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sun, Dec 29, 2013
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I walk over to the broken mirror that hangs in my room, and I stare at myself. Looking closely I see the dark circles that have formed under my eyes. I can still feel the scars that have found there place on my pale wrists. Somehow through everything I always seem to bounce back off of things, and take them lightly. I am just seventeen, right? Or it's because I have Jade my best friend by my side, or maybe it's because of the drugs. Often I find myself wondering what I would do if it all came crumbling down. My name is Baye Ward, and this is the story of my scars.
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Dear Nobody, My name is Luna Rose Wesley and I'm just like any other girl my age. I have some secrets, I'm afraid of the future, I have some complicated relationships and some amazing friends, and I'm just trying to do anything that I can to survive. But as the days pass, it seems like surviving in my world is becoming more difficult with every minute. You see, without any money, my family is forced to live in in an apartment building that's smack dab in the center of our rundown part of the city. And my mother is just a work of art. She is now addicted to drugs, and she isn't trying very hard at all to try to get us out of our inner-city situation. Living in constant fear, not only of what's outside my window at night, but also of my violent dealing brother living in the room across the hall, I have to find a way to cope without putting a bullet in my skull like so many of my fallen brethren. And my coping mechanism is to write letters to nobody- to you- and sending it to an address that doesn't exist. I need somebody to talk to without that somebody thinking that I'm looking for pity, so I've found you. Nobody. Thanks for listening. Sincerely, Luna Rose (Rated Mature for the mentioning of sex, drug use, violence, and profane language. Does not contain actual sex scenes.)

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