Broken Hearts

Broken Hearts

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From the beginning, ever since I was born, I have been paralyze from the waist down. And ever since the beginning I've learned to fight through it. Bullies were never a problem, neither were friends, but I never knew that love was gana be a problem. when I got to high school, I had friends help me move around school, and some days one was gone, another would help take there place. But then one day, I was all alone. My friends had ithere been sick or had some other activity. So I just pushed my self around all day untill, he showed up... and then, everything changed. But was it for the better.
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Save Me

I was drowning. I knew that. I also knew that the hands around my throat, pushing me deeper into the river water was the cause. What I didn't know was who was drowning me and why. It hurt thinking. It hurt to do anything right now. But I still screamed under the cold water and pushed the hands away as hard as I could. It didn't have much effect. I fought and fought, but I was getting weaker, and colder. The pain was overbearing. I couldn't breathe. It was the worst pain imaginable; and as the hands that were around my neck were forcibly ripped off by some unknown force, I slipped deeper into the depths of the river. My hair was straight above me along with my arms. My eyes were open and the water burned. A darkness started to pull me under, taking the pain away. I felt a small pressure around my waist, before the darkness completely consumed me. The last thing I remember is thinking, save me.

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