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Still Breathing

Still Breathing

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Thu, Mar 19, 2015
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Two people brought me into this world and because of this I was born already with a past and that, I could not change. Others would look at me and my friends and no matter how hard we tried we were always compared to our parents and punished for their mistakes. Each one of us had to fight to make our own person but, sometimes its only a magnifying glass that can see the truth. I know that I cant complain about the good times, the fun times, the old times or the fact that I have a house surrounding me and food on my plate but, there are times I cant forgive my parents for. The person they see is covering something bigger. It covers all the secrets, the lies and disappointments, It covers everything that makes me strong. Everything that makes me who I was meant to be.
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The First

I was the first. I arrived in the Glade, and there was nothing and... no one. I remembered nothing about who I was, who my parents were, what happened. A few days I remembered my name, and that's it. That's all that ever came back. There were four walls surrounding me with only one exit. I wanted to go through, so I did, in hopes of finding my way out. What I found lurking on the other side was not an exit but something much worse. I found my way back, and I spent the next month fending for myself. Food, water, a temporary shelter. After a month, someone else arrived, and this person arrived with supplies. Every month a new person was sent up. Every arrival was the same as mine. They couldn't remember anything. I was the first one here, and that means that I call the shots, I make the rules, and I run the place.

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