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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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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