To Everyone I Hate

To Everyone I Hate

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I know life isn't always great. Not peaches and cream. Sundaes and cherries. Unicorns and rainbows. It's more like clouds and thunder. Hurricanes and frustration. For me at least... While trying to figure her way through high school, and surviving abuse at home she goes on a dangerous runaway chase from everything she's ever known. Suicidal? Yeah... Family Issues? Yes, Always. Internal Struggles? Raise your hand girl. She wants to find her light. Where she truly belongs and wants to be. But to do that she has to run. Understand her truth. If she ever finds it. Will she find the Hope that lies in her heart and name or will she be completely consumed? Will she want to live, or die?
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Does anyone remember how anything begins? Or how anything ends? For every story, every song, every movie has a beginning to an end and an end to a beginning, but what about the rest? What about prior to the beginning or after the end, and everything in between? No one cares about that, I guess. Everyone just wants to know how what begins and how what ends; the rest is history. The rest is nothing and everything at the same time, because those who want to see, want to feel, breathe in it all--they are the lost souls in the world. They are lost, searching, needing, and craving souls. They are you and they are me. Lost in this world of collateral damage, hoping to be rescued. Searching for what can rescue them, whether that be a person or a drug or a hobby. Needing whatever it is soon because they have drowned and they are six feet under, floating in alcohol and seizing due to heroin and crying because of a him or a her. And craving--craving to die and to live all at once, for they know life is a beautiful disaster and they know about the good and the evil in this world; it has hurt them, numbed them, and misplaced them. But maybe, all they need to do--what every one of us needs to do--is stop whatever it is we're doing. Stop searching. Stop needing. Stop craving. And be. Just be. warning: a majority of this work will be in lower case on purpose

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