Music helps

Music helps

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Hi, my name is Nitza, I'm 14. For some of us music is very helpful when your mad, sad, upset. Music cheers me up. Here is a story how music saved my life. I was having a normal day until my sister comes running into my room crying.I ask why is she crying and she tells me its about chiquis. At that moment I was scared. She tells me she killed a chicken. My dad found out and he hit her a lot. When she finished telling me, I lost it I ran out and ran straight to my dad screaming at him waiting for an explanation for why he hit her. He tells me he hit her because she killed a chicken. But I tell him that there is many other ways to teach them not to kill the chickens. Instead of listening he said the only way there gonna learn is if we hit her. "There is many ways of teaching her how to do right things" I said. He just walks away, while he's walking away I notice blood on his shoes. I go running looking for chiquis I find her bleeding from her mouth. I pick her up and carry her to ......
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I lost my mom at 11, that's when it started. My dad became a drunk and I was left to take care of my 3-month-old baby sister. Now I'm 23, graduated a few years ago and my sister, now 12, can understand what happened. She never fully understood when I needed someone to and I didn't have many friends that stuck around afterwards. Until I met him. We were friends first, then the feelings got deeper. He asked me to be his girlfriend. He was my first kiss, first date, first real friend, first love, everything. I loved him and I do. I've said it. Now all we do is fight. I don't know why we can't figure things out, but I can't take this fighting. I just want things to go back to the way things were. The way we used to be... Happy, carefree teens that pretended we had the whole world figured out.

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