Broken hearts can be fix

Broken hearts can be fix

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It felt like just yesterday I was happy. To tell you the truth I don't know how cause the matter of the fact is I never been happy. maybe a smile from time to time. most of the time they were fake. since I was young I always thought I was a burden. my step dad was just like Cinderella step mother funny how it sounds right.my real father died when I was one. well I got to get to cleaning for the pack wake up. yes I am a werewolf but I never shift and I've been 16 for about a month now. No change but my hearing is really good. "HURT" My step dad screamed. I new I was in trouble. the thing is I don't do any thing wrong they just look for thing so they can beat me. yes I said quietly knowing he could hear me come here now he said. I walked slowly up the stairs. yes sir I said as I held my head down. He didn't like when I looked at him he said I was hideous. why isn't breakfast ready yet. I am sorry sir you told my to always start at five and its just four thirty
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The average human being spends every second of his day fighting against the force of nature to see another day. But I'm different. I'm not afraid of outside forces to take my life away - only myself. Approximately 10 years ago, something happened to me. Something really bad. But I'm not allowed to talk about it. As a way to release my frustration, I give hell to my body and everyone I come in contact with - especially my parents. No one knows about what happened except the ones who did it...and Him. But he didn't stay. Now, he's back and he's not talking either. I want to stop hurting, I need to stop. Make me stop.

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