The Night We Came to Be

The Night We Came to Be

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WpMetadataReadTerminé sam., oct. 17, 20201h 36m
Your mind can adapt to such bizarre circumstances. It is a tool capable of extraordinary things, and in turn, it is an inevitable vulnerability in every person's system that can easily be provoked. A mind that can easily be conquered, the truest victim of pain. Despite this, it will continue to provide. It will sustain and ease. Always. For Darryl, it had been a struggle, separating the cruelty of life from his temple, his haven, his sanity. The burdens kept piling on and on, it felt as if there's no one else to turn to. An oblivious teen, an oblivious mind. He is, without a doubt, as desperate for change as they come. Though the road towards wisdom seems treacherous, his heart and mind shall unite, and together they shall guide Darryl to a pleasurable, if not enlightening, path. And once they do, not only will Darryl feel the significant change in his nightly life, he won't even know whether or not it had already started. *A Wattys Shorts entry*
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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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