Life Goes On

Life Goes On

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Hi. My name is Cassidy. Cassidy Holmes to be exact, but you can just call me Cass. This is my story. The story of how i feel apart. How i was taunted and teased, how death had me by its grip yet somehow i escaped. I was pulled back into reality. I didn't do it on my own of course, i had help. But the person who helped me was what really gave me a heart attack…
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Hello. I’m Cassidy. I’m 16 years old, and I am helpless. I’m weak, defenseless and not to mention unassuming. I am utterly boring and uninteresting. I wouldn’t be surprised if God himself overlooked me. Maybe that’s why my life sucks so much. My face is dull and pale, and my hair is mousy brown. My eyes are black and my fingers are long and stringy. Once in junior high, a teacher likened me to ghost. I had wanted to tell her, “Yes. I remind myself of a ghost sometimes too.” But I didn’t say anything in return. I have one friend and even she doesn’t like me for me; only for the shiny new car my step dad bought me. Boys don’t notice me. And when they do it’s only to pick out my flaws and display them to everyone around. All in all, I am a sad and pathetic specimen of a human being. Why am I writing this? Because on June 3rd, 2011, at 12:31 am, I died.

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