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Weakness

Weakness

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Day 1 "AAAAH!". I woke up screaming, only to see the empty room in front of me again. with sole me and you in here I welcome you friend, my name is Amy. Locked in by some psychopath I fed on scratch day by day whereas now he gave me a diary to write in. His intentions I cannot guess.. How long has it been I wonder, since he caged me. However, Unbroken I remain, for I have to get back to my loved ones. with that in mind, I train myself each day, hoping it will be helpful someday. *door opens* "good day Amy, I see you've taken the opportunity to write in your dairy? good girl". I do not respond, I shouldn't partake in his mind games, it would be a waste of energy. my rage has been long extinguished, but my will remains firm. I must remain strong. wait I shall, for the right moment to break free. This curse of mine, shatters my hopes and dreams with sole my life to keep.. chosen routes will be ignored leaving only the ones I regret.. Why o why must I endure if the way out is right out of that door.. tears drop by as I sit down in my prison surrounded, yet alone please... could someone unlock the prison door?
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I like inflicting pain. Not on others but on myself. Some people would call me depressed but I'm not. If anything the pain makes me happy. I started "self harming" at the mere age of nine. Or at least, that's what she called it. My therapist, I mean. She ended up giving me a life time supply of antidepressants and some shitty advice. I'm now eighteen, rotting in jail, and awaiting my death sentence. This is my story and if I'm quite honest, you don't want to hear it. +++ awards: ➵ Winner, Short Story Category, "Summer Book Awards" @Capybara100 ➵ Overall Winner, "Summer Book Awards" @Capybara100 status: ➵ started - 19/08/17 ➵ finished- 07/11/18 note: ➵ Please don't copy me. I don't appreciate it and will block you and report you. No writer likes to be copied and neither do readers. Readers want something which is unique and original.

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