Finding my way to Destiny

Finding my way to Destiny

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Labeled. Fat. Goth. Freak. These were words you heard daily. It became your life. Guess what you got for your 14th birthday? A big long box that only had a note written inside that said: “Just bury yourself already! Nobody cares about you! Just let us move on already!” It hurt, in fact everything hurt. You didn’t understand how you’ve made it this long. Staring at yourself through a piece on thin, shiny metal, you could hear his voice echoing through your head. “Please don’t do it. You don’t deserve to die.” His voice rang past each and every thought. He didn’t understand. This was something was beyond your control. Nobody could stop it. Standing up to them was worthless.
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