The Essence of Life

The Essence of Life

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Life is time. Like life, time can also die. It's not the fact that we continue on, like nothing has ever happened, or nothing will ever happen. But we secretly vow to ourselves that we shall allow the world to brainwash us with technology, love, friends, religion, politics, and even family. We have to admit, life is hard. In the end, the universe withholds our power and uses it against ourselves to test which one of us really understands the world. Yes, everything I've said may seem like I'm one of those conceited products of society but I speak the truth. The world, it shapes us. It's just up to me to shape my own world. With an extremely Christian mother, friends that are invisible, a high school senior-itis life, the person I share my world with hundreds of miles away, an online personality, a family that always seems to injure itself, and a dog that snores loudly, I think I have the basics of sculpting the foundations of a not-so-perfect life.
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Walking into an empty house is normal to me. I guess I got tired of saying 'I'm home' when nobody is home to reply. It wasn't always like this. I remember when our family was close. Now we don't see each other any more. We don't talk to each other. We don't eat with each other. We don't ACKNOWLEDGE each other. This all happened after my 'Mother' killed herself. My father blames me. This is my story about how I learned to not count on anyone else but myself. I'm broken. I'm used. No one can fix me. But when the New Boy in town tries to fix me, everything will change. Good change or Bad change, I don't know. Only time will tell. I want to enter this story in the #Wattys2015 please help me out and vote and comment on my story. I'll really appreciate it!!! #Wattys2015 COPYRIGHTED © 2014 BY Anallely ALL RIGHTS RESERVED ®

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