Adopted by Demi Lovato
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Last published Sun, Dec 6, 2015
Savannah O'Brien is the name, but people like to call me Sav.. you know just for short.
So here's the thing, i've been taken from home (not literally but just hold up and listen) currently in hell but it's known as Carlton's care home for children.
I guess you could say i've had a rough couple of years but everyone has their good and bad times, right? Only for me there's never really been a good moment that i can recall from, well in my life anyway..
Ive always believed that its only fairytales that have their happy endings, i've told myself time and time again that i'm going to be stuck in this 'place' for pretty much the rest of my life because who in the right mind would actually want someone like me? No one. Exactly. But part of me, just that little bit of me thinks that there could be a happy ending throughout all of this. What do you think? I guess you'll have to read to find out..
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I used to think the worst thing a place could do was keep you. Never taught me different. It lets you choose-and then makes sure the choice chooses you back. By daylight I work the door at Afterglow, a club of glass and iron and music that keeps its own kind of time. By night I count breaths, watch the mirrors, and pretend the soft diamond of salt over my heart is just an old scar. I don't say the word for what I can do under my breath. I don't look too long at the water. I don't answer when the ticking starts. Once, there was an island that ran on names, ledgers, and the right song at the wrong hour. There was a boy who arrived like a reflection and loved me the way a snare loves a sparrow-beautifully, relentlessly. There were rules disguised as jokes, games that tasted like devotion, and a crown that was really a lie if you listened closely enough. Mercy wore resin. Truth tasted like iron. And every wish I whispered came back with teeth. Now the past keeps surfacing-through windows, through music, through the mouths of strangers who don't know what they're asking. I wanted quiet. A pause. Something that didn't bleed me. Instead I got choices, and the kind of love that uses your yes as a lever. If I go back, it won't be because I'm brave. If I stay, it won't be because I'm safe. Either way, the mirror is already looking.
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