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Does anyone know the meaning of life? I sure don't and who knows . Have you ever thought that life was a game and God controlled it? Well I'm 11 and this is my story.Tutti i diritti riservati

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He Found Me di IAmLightAndSalt

"I once was lost, but now I'm found." Why? Why did I survive? Didn't I end my life? These questions filled my mind while lying on a hospital bed. I feel desperate and hopeless. Tears fell down uncontrollably, and sobs began to echo in the room. If there is someone out there in the universe who can answer my question, why? Suddenly, I heard a voice: "God has a purpose." I saw a woman beside the hospital bed wearing a nurse's uniform. Well, I didn't notice her before, but her words made me wonder. God? After all, does God really exist? I was put in silence until she spoke again: "If you're wondering why you're still alive, you are because God has a purpose." As she said those words, I began to see hope. God... God, if you really exist, show me, show me my purpose.

39 Days di _jazzmin_

I call this a beautiful journey of my lifeless existence. I don't know what's happening, but I seem to be living my life all over again, in my mind. It feels so real but seems like a dream to me. I'm confused, lost, worried, but I hope to find answers to what truly went wrong.

I Want You di Emily_Hail

Hi, I'm Hallie; I am 17 years old and I went through depression from the Abuse I got from my father. You know the usual, feeling as if you're the only person who won't feel loved in life, that nobody's going to care for you, the one in school that's bullied. The only person who has ever asked if I was okay, was my mother. But that was over eight years ago. Yes I was getting abused by my father for over eight years My appearance is different from what you may think. I have long brown hair, grey eyes like my mother's, I'm kind of tan, my height is 5'3. Yes, I am short as well. I'm half Irish, a third Italian and half German. One thing is certain though, I was a burden to everybody who has ever spoken to me. I have no friends and basically this all changed due to me being late for school one day.... ▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️ 𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜~ -Mature scenes -Abuse -Sexual Assault -Drugs -Alcohol -Mention of Suicide -SelfHarm -Violence ▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️ If you are ever having any issue with Self-Harm, a friend is or your just worried about someone. These are some places you can contact. National Suicide Prevention Lifeline- 1800-273-8255 Mobile Crisis Line- 704-566-3410 The Crisis Text Line- 741-741 Domestic Violence Hotline- 800-799-7233 Text START to 88788

Beneath The Surface di rainxroses

I'm falling... Falling, helplessly and inevitably; completely at the mercy of the forces dragging me down. Having to trust in an entity's blind intentions and praying to God that they won't let me hit the ground. It's an incredible and horrifying feeling. A feeling that I live for. And I have realized that having something to live for makes you all the more scared of dying. (Constant uploads, and even more editing to older uploads)

I'M THE ALPHA di abbie_ms

I have only ever had one meaning in life TO KILL, but that all changed when I turned 18. I met the love of my life, without knowing that he would love me for me and save my life. * please don't steal any of my ideas or my story because this has taken me a long time to come up with this book and the ideas. If you do steal my ideas I will report you.* * this book will have coarse language so your reading at your own risk*

Before It's Too Late di ShaairaMuslimah

YOLO. You Only Live Once. We always think that way. We only have one life to live so we have to live it to the fullest. Fullest in a way that we are neglecting are very own purpose of existence-to worship God. We often forget that death does not just mean the end of the life in this world but also an entrance towards another dimension- the Afterlife, where Heaven and Hell exist. Now, what will happen to us if our life in this world is about to end? Where are we to go? In what state of forever are we going to dwell? Forever suffering or forever happiness? Let's reflect before it's too late.

Fix Me, I'm Broken di Ana11e1y

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 Â© 2014 BY Anallely ALL RIGHTS RESERVED Â®

The Way We Used to Be di TVDfanforInfinity

I lost my mom at 11, that's when it started. My dad became a drunk and I was left to take care of my 3-month-old baby sister. Now I'm 23, graduated a few years ago and my sister, now 12, can understand what happened. She never fully understood when I needed someone to and I didn't have many friends that stuck around afterwards. Until I met him. We were friends first, then the feelings got deeper. He asked me to be his girlfriend. He was my first kiss, first date, first real friend, first love, everything. I loved him and I do. I've said it. Now all we do is fight. I don't know why we can't figure things out, but I can't take this fighting. I just want things to go back to the way things were. The way we used to be... Happy, carefree teens that pretended we had the whole world figured out.

A Little Bit Of Joy | ✔ di wigglysubu

[Featured by wattpad romance, teen fiction, young adult and psychologicalnovel] Joy Jones was a seventeen-year-old kind and optimistic girl working in her grandpa's flower shop, but she had a secret. She was suffering from acute lymphoblastic leukaemia and wanted nothing, but to die peacefully. That was until Logan Kellerman, a young man with suicidal tendencies came storming into her life and stole roses from her grandpa's flower shop. Instead of running away with what he came for, he found himself falling deeper and deeper into her as she made his heart skip in delight, for she was, in her own words, a little bit of Joy. * * * from some of my readers of this book, thanks❤- ❝I LOVE YOUR STORY OKAY. THIS STORY AND YOUR WRITING- IT GIVES ME HOPE YOU KNOW.❞ - aimawrites ❝This is so different than so many stereotypical stories on here and i'm so glad i read it.❞ -lepus_leporis ❝They're both so poetic and beautiful and perfect for each other. GAHHhh I love them.❞ - alycecaswell ❝The way she vividly describes the world makes me so happy. Heat keeps rushing to my cheeks in pure euphoric joy. This book is making me so grateful for everything around me and I never want it to end.❞ - nylammeeyn [highest rank: 7 in sad] [cover by soulanatomy]

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He Found Me

"I once was lost, but now I'm found." Why? Why did I survive? Didn't I end my life? These questions filled my mind while lying on a hospital bed. I feel desperate and hopeless. Tears fell down uncontrollably, and sobs began to echo in the room. If there is someone out there in the universe who can answer my question, why? Suddenly, I heard a voice: "God has a purpose." I saw a woman beside the hospital bed wearing a nurse's uniform. Well, I didn't notice her before, but her words made me wonder. God? After all, does God really exist? I was put in silence until she spoke again: "If you're wondering why you're still alive, you are because God has a purpose." As she said those words, I began to see hope. God... God, if you really exist, show me, show me my purpose.