The weak is Powerful .. !

The weak is Powerful .. !

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I'm pretty sure everyone has been bullied in his life ! At school, in the street and even at work ! And it's just for the very simple reason that poeple don't accept a different person ! They want the usual , common and boring copy which i refuse to be ! I can't deny it's so hard at first but then u r just like "fuck them " b/c i try to pretend to be normal and it gets too boring so i get back to being ME ! they can all go to hell b/c i don't wake every morning trying to impress the hell out of them ! i'm my own saviour and no one can change who i am ! their words don't mean a thing b/c eventually they think i'm powerless since i don't respond to their insults but the thing is #the weak is powerful bitches !
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"I'm not okay!" I yelled at him. "Okay?! I'm not okay." My chest rose up and down as I breathed heavily. It had been years since I had a break down, and I wasn't going to have one right now. "It's okay not to be okay," he whispered, walking closer to me. He caressed my cheek, trying to sooth me. I stared at him, pain filled my eyes. I was trying hard not to cry. I couldn't cry. That's not what I did. "It's okay to cry," he comforted. His eyes stared so hard into mine I felt like he was seeing into my soul. "Crying shows weakness, and I'm not weak," I told him, swallowing hard. "Sometimes crying is the strongest thing you can do. It just shows everyone else that you're just as human as they are." And right then and there I started sobbing. I had lost all control of my emotions, I cried like I hadn't since I was little. All those times I didn't cry when I wanted to poured out now. The walls I spent so long building to make them unbreakable, broke. Alana finds a thick orange envelope in her mailbox one day. No return address, no stamp or postage mark and it's not even addressed to her. Someone had just dropped the letter off in her mailbox. The only thing written on this envelope is "You might need this... or not." Alana takes it inside and begins to read the life story of a complete stranger. The life story of someone trying to find their place in this big scary world. © Somethingtrue 2013. All rights reserved.

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