sticks and stones

sticks and stones

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sticks and stones may break your bones but words can never hurt you.The truth is they do they hurt a lot. I can't even remember when it all began when I became the victim they took my happiness away.I can only dream of the day that I'll finally smile without it being fake.living and not just surviving.theres know where to hide not school or home or even the one place I thought I could get away was now taken away from me.sometimes I feel happy but ik the pain is just around the corner waiting. I have no friends and no one to talk to and no one to tell.so I sit here for hours crying tears no one ever sees.talking words that no one ever hears.no one knows what is really going on.they all see the happy girl that people think I am.thinking I have my life all together that it is all perfect when in reality it couldn't be worse.sure I get complimented all the time but I never believe them.I just want one person to care one person to love me and be there and never have to hesitate to text them
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Ana

Life as a child was amazing. Your weight didn't matter. Your clothes didn't matter. Your parents money didn't matter. All that mattered was who you were going to play with, but that's all gone now. My sister hates me, my mom has no time for me, and my dad, well he left me. My life has been one whirlwind after another. Except I'm content with it, till it all comes crashing down. Every television, billboard, and magazine is covered with models. Models that are supposed to be role models, for us. Perfect face, perfect body, perfect life. I have none of those things. All my life I've never cared that I was over weight, and didn't wear makeup. Who knew a boy could change all of that? That's when I decided to starve myself, force myself to look like the girls in the magazines. Who knew all I was doing was slowly killing myself? Life likes to play games, except my game is called Ana and I don't think I will survive. (unedited) Cover by: MadHatter_25

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