Love Knows No Bounds

Love Knows No Bounds

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Every teenager has felt that moment where they feel like their life is over. They have a bad hair day or the guy they thought was the ONE turns out to be the biggest jerk. I was just like every other teenager in that aspect but then I realized that those moments are more important than we can ever realize. We take every moment for granted thinking that we'll have more of them. More high school crushes and bad hair days, but then something happens and that's all gone. I never knew that the pain in my knee would be the end of the world for me and I'm not meaning that in a teenager way. No, my life is quite frankly over. Well, that's what I thought when this whole mess started so I guess I was overreacting. If you asked me now what I thought of all of this, I would tell you dying is a gift. Cancer was more of a reason to live and not to accept the inevitable. I've made more friends than I can count but I've watched them be put in the ground. So, in the end dying will be a gift. .
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Walking into an empty house is normal to me. I guess I got tired of saying 'I'm home' when nobody is home to reply. It wasn't always like this. I remember when our family was close. Now we don't see each other any more. We don't talk to each other. We don't eat with each other. We don't ACKNOWLEDGE each other. This all happened after my 'Mother' killed herself. My father blames me. This is my story about how I learned to not count on anyone else but myself. I'm broken. I'm used. No one can fix me. But when the New Boy in town tries to fix me, everything will change. Good change or Bad change, I don't know. Only time will tell. I want to enter this story in the #Wattys2015 please help me out and vote and comment on my story. I'll really appreciate it!!! #Wattys2015 COPYRIGHTED © 2014 BY Anallely ALL RIGHTS RESERVED ®

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