Existence (on hold)

Existence (on hold)

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It was a feeling like none other. there was a sharp prick in my left arm and then just pain. An excruciating sear of pure fire. It felt like my head was going to explode, like I had been drowning in the ocean for hours and my lungs just wouldn't give in. Thoughts, memories, dreams, they all flooded in my mind and found their places like pieces to a puzzle. they kept on coming, they kept erasing my old life and replacing it with the new one. The one I dreaded living. I wanted to scream. So loud that all of the doctor's ears would bleed. It might've bought me some time, to save myself and the others. But I couldn't, I didn't have control. I knew it would be over soon, that I'd wake up with my family and live a normal teenage life, or L.I.F.E. It happens to most people, and now it's happening to me. They wouldn't tell me anything, they just came and told me "It's time." So many voices were floating above me "I hope this one makes it" One of the voices sounded "She's too valuable"
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The average human being spends every second of his day fighting against the force of nature to see another day. But I'm different. I'm not afraid of outside forces to take my life away - only myself. Approximately 10 years ago, something happened to me. Something really bad. But I'm not allowed to talk about it. As a way to release my frustration, I give hell to my body and everyone I come in contact with - especially my parents. No one knows about what happened except the ones who did it...and Him. But he didn't stay. Now, he's back and he's not talking either. I want to stop hurting, I need to stop. Make me stop.

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