Secrets unsaid

Secrets unsaid

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Some stories die with the people who are responsible for their invention but some stories are engraved on this earth and written by the stars for all generations to witness. Such is his story. The boy who changed my life. ________________________________ "Who is there?" I asked after hearing a knock on my frontdoor. As i opened the door there was this one person standing there i never wanted to see not even in my dreams. "What the hell are you doing here at my freaking doorstep?" "Listen Ann just dont slam the door on my face." "What do you want me to do? Invite you in?" "I just want you to listen to me." "Listening to you wont make you any less douchebag than you already are. I am not in any mood to listen to you. Bye." With that i did that one thing he told me not to do. Yes i slammed the door on his face.
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This day wasn't an exception. I cried over and over until I could no longer, I wiped my tears and took the packages in my arms after opening the door. In the house, nothing new. They were still talking, so I had time to drop off the packages, and without even opening one, I headed to the showers, cleaned my face with water, and went to my room. This is roughly how my days as a child went. I know that it cannot be described as an ideal childhood, but it would certainly be the most beautiful period of my life. Despite family conflicts, school conflicts, loneliness, and fear, I was happy. I was happy because they were all there, happy because they always remained, despite my faults, and happy. After all, I knew that I had not yet experienced the worst. Happy because I knew, that sooner or later everything would end. So yes, I was as cowardly and useless as they all claimed and even more naive than they would have believed, but this vision that I had at that age kept me going. Although the truth was hard to accept, I was given no choice. So I accepted life as it came; I accepted myself and my truth, my weaknesses, and the fact that I had to get used to the idea that I would always be the first actor to die in films.

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