Such As We Live, We Are More

Such As We Live, We Are More

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A story that you might have heard of before, is being told once again through a wattpad story. A mother of sixteen, with her handsome but poor boyfriend, and tiny cute and merciful son, is struggling to live in the world as she has been kicked out of her home at fifteen. Her only way of survival is to leave school, get a job, and find a nice warm place to sleep. Her boyfriend wants the same as her, but he has no life skills to support their small, poor family. She must take on that responsibility. But her son doesn't exactly understand why this has to happen. We must see the world through his eyes in order to find out what goes on in his life, and understand what he has to go through. Disclaimer: this is my original story inspired by a laundry mat that I once went in. The idea of a woman or a man going there cuz they have no other means of washing their clothes made me inspired to make a book to make you inspired to help a mother, father, and children in need of help to live.
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"There comes a point where you no longer care if there's a light at the end of the tunnel or not. You're just sick of the tunnel." - Who I am doesn't matter. How I got here doesn't matter. What matters now is I'm getting help, right? That's what they tell me here. They tell me that the road to recovery feels like a terrible butt fuck, but the fact that you're on the path to begin with, is all that matters. So as I sit in this circle of fuck ups, I realize just how different I am from them. I didn't attempt suicide because my mother was a crack addict who didn't want me. My father wasn't abusive. I didn't have a sibling die in a car accident. I was never really bullied either. I attempted suicide because, for the first time in years, I thought I had found something that could make me feel again... and after not feeling much at all for far too long, perhaps I went a bit overboard

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