ALLE
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They say, "The truth will set you free", maybe that is why I feel so locked up right now because I was always denied by even a single glimpse of reality. Half of my memories were deleted after an accident that almost stole every breath that I have. I could dream of a man singing me a lullaby but just like a puzzle, there seemed to be missing lyrics I could never fill. My mom, Linda, is the great manipulator of lies. She always compares me to my twin, Libra, who is by the way-- the epitome of perfection. I am a self-born rebel made to be loud and liberated but will someone ever keep me calmed? Will someone ever encourage me that death is not the end? My name is Alle and this is my fucked up fairytale.
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"Dad!" I yell as I walk into the house. I'm greeted by nothing, except silence. My dad is rarely home, I don't know what I am expecting. Ever since my mom died, he's been nothing but distant with me. I mean, he was always distant, even before mom passed, but before, I thought that he just didn't care about me, now... I know he doesn't. ********** "Hello?" I say through the phone, grabbing a cloth, running it through the faucet, and pressing it against my knee. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" I hear a chorus of people yelling through the crackly phone. I start to laugh. ******** My mom had died. My dad is an alcoholic that doesn't care about me. I have three best friends. One new friend (Who's a bartender/stripper/lesbian). A great job as a DJ at this amazing club. And a whole new idea to get away from my dad and stop holding on to the past. ********** "It called and emancipation," she said through the phone, laughing, knowing that I was anxious. What the HELL is emancipation!? How can it get me away from my dad!? ******** Then I meet him.

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