When The Sun Rises

When The Sun Rises

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WpMetadataReadConcluida lun, jul 31, 20171h 14m
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'She reminded me of the Northern lights - bizarre but beautiful, mystical but hypnotizing...' Amidst the woods and under a dark starry sky meet two complete strangers who at first glance radiate hate vibes for each other but soon find their opinions changing as they head out on the road to unearth what awaits them at the end of it. Along the road, both discover immutable facts of each other's life and form a bond of friendship which, eventually, might bloom into something more... In the words of DANIEL; 'The steering wheel might have been in my hands all along but it was she who was driving me to my destination. One that I didn't know of.' In the words of AURORA; 'The road had ended now, but I found my heart creating one of its own. With HIM. And this one was going to be infinite.'
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I was kicked around like trash on the streets. I was the book that nobody could understand or read, but without a care, they were quick to rip out the pages. I screamed for attention, but time after time, I was ignored. Nobody noticed me, so I made myself at home in my own shadow. They say there's light at the end of the tunnel -- I searched and searched for it, but it could never be found. Therefore, I lost hope as I hid in the shade and endured what seemed like everlasting pain. The little hope I did have was snatched from my arms. My baby brother was my life, and they took my glimpse of hope away. Home. Is that a word? Maybe for a family of some kind, but for me, I never had a place to call home. I moved from place to place. Unstable foster care, fighting for my life in group homes, barely surviving in detention centers, and running away from being mistreated as I made many benches my temporary home. The only thing that I was familiar with was a black plastic bag containing my dirty rags. I am too young to know what it feels like to survive. These are the cards life has dealt me and I am not meant to win; however, I easily lose without trying. It is hard for me to find peace. I am paying for my mother's reckless actions. I am trapped in a world where the sun has died because I am unable to feel love. I am unable to dream. Sorrow is my aura, and the sadness hugs me. My eyes are closed shut by the barbed wire fence from my eyelashes as they prohibit tears from falling. I am damaged. When will the morning come? Did the sun put up a fight last night, like I do every single day? If I can survive the day, I know the sun isn't dead. One day, I will awake to a glorious sunrise. Until then, I hope my brother keeps blowing his pinwheel, and I will keep making wishes with every dandelion I come across. For now, all I know is that everything was taken from me, and the only thing I own is my name.

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