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Just Breathe, ok?

Just Breathe, ok?

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You may have heard of the expression: "The grass is always greener on the other side"... But what about the fence separating the grass? If you were to sit on the fence, which side would be greener? What if you knocked the fence down? Creating one big patch of grass? Would one side still be greener? Or would they blend to make the perfect garden? Meet Jack, Jack is what's known as a quite kid, troubled. But those are just vague labels we pin on someone we don't quite understand. Jack's problems are so much more, so much deeper and consuming. So consuming it's too much. Until Elaine...
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He had rules for a reason, or thats what he said. I did something wrong I got punished. I spoke out of turn, I got punished. I looked at him or ate without permission, I got punished. Haven thats what they named me funny isn't it? Ironic really. They named me Haven because my mom would say I was her 'Safe Haven'. What a pile of shit that was. She left willingly, she didn't depart because of some tragic accident. My father didn't kill her. She left because she was a coward who didn't want kids. As soon as my older brother went to college she left. I knew she hated me. I was the product of her love with another man. A constant reminder that her life didn't work out the way it was planned. He who ever he was is a phantom in its own. A deep rooted fantasy never going to come true. My brother left, my mother left, my grandma ignored, and my father broke. They let me give up hope on escaping and then decided to play hero. But I haven't forgotten everything I went through. Guilt consumes my brother but I don't care, you don't get to leave and then buy a reprieve of trying to save someone who has been dead for years. Besides lets just be honest I reached my breaking point long ago.

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