My Rules

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Reads 62,527
Votes 2,661
Parts 58
Time 6h 17m

Consider me as a piece of paper. You crumple it until it's no longer straight and beautiful. How much you try, how long you'll keep going, it will never be the same; a straight canvas.
      This was me. I was beaten and when he found out he tried to help me, and get me back to my old self. And how much I wanted, I could never let that piece of my past slip away into the nothing, like it was never there.
      
      But even though I knew his help wouldn't get everything away, I let him try. He did allot and he even gave me moments I would forget everything, then it was only me and him, no one else. But even he, the one I began to love, couldn't keep me away from the hell I like to call life.
      He helps me climb up to the top of the cliff, only to push me off again.
      But that's just life, and I can't control it.
      
    
    
    !! I was 11 years old when I started writing this story and I didn't even have English as a subject. So excuse me for my horrible writing, vocabulary and grammar. I'm just too lazy to edit it :) LOVE Y'ALL!!
    
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Consider me as a piece of paper. You crumple it until it's no longer straight and beautiful. How much you try, how long you'll keep going, it will never be the same; a straight canvas.
      This was me. I was beaten and when he found out he tried to help me, and get me back to my old self. And how much I wanted, I could never let that piece of my past slip away into the nothing, like it was never there.
      
      But even though I knew his help wouldn't get everything away, I let him try. He did allot and he even gave me moments I would forget everything, then it was only me and him, no one else. But even he, the one I began to love, couldn't keep me away from the hell I like to call life.
      He helps me climb up to the top of the cliff, only to push me off again.
      But that's just life, and I can't control it.
      
    
    
    !! I was 11 years old when I started writing this story and I didn't even have English as a subject. So excuse me for my horrible writing, vocabulary and grammar. I'm just too lazy to edit it :) LOVE Y'ALL!!
    
    .12. In #leonetta

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