Still Holding On

Still Holding On

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It is said that as human beings we form our characters trough our experiences. Our first years, our family, our friends our relationships. These experiences all seem to have an impact on who we are and who we eventually become. We all have our role models, our hero's. Those people who at one point crossed or path and left their mark. Those life changing experiences that form our very own being and change our perspective on what we thought we knew. Everyone has that one person who knows them better than anyone else, your bestie the one you share all your secrets with. Your sibling who annoyingly enough knows more then they should about you and is always there. Your partner who you chose to share your life with. I thought I had found mine, that one person, whom I could confined in. Who wouldn't judge me... my shoulder to cry on. Could it be? I thought so! I so needed it to be so! but I was by far mistaken. No one could have warned me that a simple message would turn my life into a living hell! No one could have saved me from walking into something that would shatter my heart beyond repair.
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Walking into an empty house is normal to me. I guess I got tired of saying 'I'm home' when nobody is home to reply. It wasn't always like this. I remember when our family was close. Now we don't see each other any more. We don't talk to each other. We don't eat with each other. We don't ACKNOWLEDGE each other. This all happened after my 'Mother' killed herself. My father blames me. This is my story about how I learned to not count on anyone else but myself. I'm broken. I'm used. No one can fix me. But when the New Boy in town tries to fix me, everything will change. Good change or Bad change, I don't know. Only time will tell. I want to enter this story in the #Wattys2015 please help me out and vote and comment on my story. I'll really appreciate it!!! #Wattys2015 COPYRIGHTED © 2014 BY Anallely ALL RIGHTS RESERVED ®

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