Gravity
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When you jump, are you supposed to stay up in the air and float? What would be the point if that's all you did? Gravity brings you back every time. Gravity is our planets way of telling you that it wants you, it needs you. But that's a lie. You see, Earth is like an ocean. The ground is the sea floor, and the gravity is the waves that pull you under. Everyone you meet or see in your lifetime are the sea creatures that just laugh at you as you try to swim, but can't because the force is too strong. After what seems like an eternity of fighting for your life, you get a choice. That choice determines what your fate is. It's a matter of life or death. To disappoint, or not to disappoint. Will you keep fighting and swim your way to the top, or will you let gravity keep pulling you closer to death? With each stroke, with each step, life gets harder. It will always be hard. But even in that pain, someone will be there to bring you back up and help you tread water. They will help you float in the air, completely ignoring the laws of gravity. There is hope, I guess. If you believe there is. So I ask you this question, dear reader. Will you let hope take its form and save you from what lies behind this cover? Or will you open this book, and let gravity take its form, and pull you into the mystery of fate? Only you can decide.
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The average human being spends every second of his day fighting against the force of nature to see another day. But I'm different. I'm not afraid of outside forces to take my life away - only myself. Approximately 10 years ago, something happened to me. Something really bad. But I'm not allowed to talk about it. As a way to release my frustration, I give hell to my body and everyone I come in contact with - especially my parents. No one knows about what happened except the ones who did it...and Him. But he didn't stay. Now, he's back and he's not talking either. I want to stop hurting, I need to stop. Make me stop.

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