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Love is Never Easy

Love is Never Easy

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I'm not your average girl. You could say I'm a freak, well that is what everyone tells me. My parents tell me that I'm special and I have gift. Which I still don't understand. You could say my life was a good and easy one, until the unthinkable happened. Everything that I known and cared about fell to pieces. My parents left in a rush and I never got to say goodbye. Now I'm on the next ride to my aunt's and uncle's house in the middle of nowhere. They are the only family that I have left and I don't know what I will do with out them. I just have this gut feeling that my life is not going to be the same anymore when I get to my aunt and uncle's. Especially when I was looking through my parents stuff and I found a notebook address to me by my parents. All I know is that I'm in one hell of a ride and you may never know what's around the corner. My name is Marley Hart and this is my story!
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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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