Wounded Not Defeated

Wounded Not Defeated

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Life's hard and there's always going to be at least one rocky shore on this earth or a gravel road that's extra bumpy. In other words, life is a struggle especially if you have obstacles that add on to the struggle. However, its all on you to decide how you are going to make the best of what you have, and you just have to get through whatever situation you are in the best way possible and always be strong. But after a while of trying to be strong, it gets harder and harder to stay that way and always be positive. 5 students have already realized this and they will have to choose whether or not if they will have the battle scars painted on them forever or take the easy way out and give up on themselves, everything they have, everyone they love and just end it all.
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Hello. I’m Cassidy. I’m 16 years old, and I am helpless. I’m weak, defenseless and not to mention unassuming. I am utterly boring and uninteresting. I wouldn’t be surprised if God himself overlooked me. Maybe that’s why my life sucks so much. My face is dull and pale, and my hair is mousy brown. My eyes are black and my fingers are long and stringy. Once in junior high, a teacher likened me to ghost. I had wanted to tell her, “Yes. I remind myself of a ghost sometimes too.” But I didn’t say anything in return. I have one friend and even she doesn’t like me for me; only for the shiny new car my step dad bought me. Boys don’t notice me. And when they do it’s only to pick out my flaws and display them to everyone around. All in all, I am a sad and pathetic specimen of a human being. Why am I writing this? Because on June 3rd, 2011, at 12:31 am, I died.

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