I'm a survivor
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Ongoing24m
Last published Wed, Nov 19, 2014
Life..
What's the point in living if the people who are suppose to love you
Despise and hate you
The people who are suppose to guide and support you
Leave you black and blue, crying on the floor
The place where memories and life long friends are suppose to be made
Instead you'll be sitting in the bathroom hiding and crying to yourself holding a blade to your wrist
Your dying inside but you bottle it all up to show no emotion to those who hurt you and give them no satisfaction
This has been ranger cruz's life for the past 15 years
But she's been holding on, she knows she's better than ending her life
Because those people aren't worth it
But she's slowly slipping down that road to end it all
But one major event may just set all her held in emotions loss and do something she may regret
But she'll hold on because she's a fighter or as she likes to put it
"I'm a survivor"
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