Hear me!

Hear me!

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ᴘᴏᴠ: You live in a broken society, your world is full of hate, racism, violence and you can't escape not matter how hard you try. Sounds familiar? I wish I don't know the situation when all you wanna do is screaming. Where did we all go wrong? I really wanna know the answer. I can't remember the time when I was happy, like truely happy. I've been having bad moments since 7th grade I guess, so fuck puberty! I'll start my story by introducing my best friend, Elliot Marshall. I'll tell more about him later. Actually I have a lot to say. I wish I could tell them TO him as well but I can't do it anymore. His death was the most terrifying news I've ever heard. It came like a lightning and left a lot of damage behind. This is not a love story, nor anything supernatural. Just the pure, sad reality. Do you wanna hear the full story? Stay with me! 𝓟𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓮 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓮𝓷𝓰𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓱 𝓲𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓶𝔂 𝓶𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓽𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰𝓮, 𝓼𝓸 𝓲𝓯 𝓪𝓷𝔂 𝓼𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓪𝓫𝓵𝓮, 𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓮 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓱𝓮𝓼𝓲𝓽𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝓶𝓮!
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-Look at me! Look at my body and don't you dare to lie and say that is normal. People look at me like I was a disease, a contagious disease who gets attached to you, like a virus, travels through your body burns your hope, range shots your dreams, massacre your faith and your mental health. A virus that makes people gossip, whisper about everything. Your clothes size, your stretched skin, the amount of fat that you carry every where you go. You don't know what Is is like to live as I do. This virus eats me alive , makes me crave and urge for food , while I have my face buried in the toilet , throwing up , eating back, exercise and control. You can't love me, you can't love something like me, ans i know. It's a nightmare that crawls up my mind in pure day light. _____________________________________ He needed to met the next sunset in hopes he would starve to death or find the end of the road to a Clift, where his body could be found at the end of the tale that was written to be his life, however his tale couldn't end there, where his fears would be transported to the next life and hunt him for eternity.forced to find a placed after escaping death, at this new journey he found the healing his body, mind, soul needed, so did she.

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