13 Reasons To Live

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ЧИТАТЕЛЕЙ 1,199
Всего голосов 36
Части 2
Время <5 mins

Short story on how life was so good and once your not needed you can be easily dispose but Rampage Ayatollah comes out fight for injustice but will this be enough. All rights reserveВсе права защищены

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When I was little, I was never healthy for a full day. When I would go to school, I would carry around an oxygen tank so that I could breathe properly. There was once where I had come close to death. At that time, my mother and father promised me that they wouldn't ever leave me. That is, until someone came in an murdered them while I was at school. When I was dropped off from the bus stop, I automatically knew something was wrong because my mother would always wait for me. When she wasn't there, I began to get worried. 'Had she forgotten?' Was the first thing I thought as I walked up the stairs and into my house. 'Mama? Papa?' I questioned walking into their room. As I made the first step in, I heard squishing under my feet as if the carpet was wet.

"He was the best part of me, you know? He was so much more than I deserved. And he was real. He was so real it's insane. How do you go from having something so amazing, to having nothing?" ***Note: I wrote this story a while ago so the quality isn't as strong as it could be. I'm currently going through and fixing what I can. So if you get to a point where the quality changes, that's why.

This is not a story, this is my life. My journey to self-love, my opinions and trials that are all here to be read by you. Enjoy.

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I saw that twinkle. I know my boy and he had that twinkle. My boys in love. He's in love and he don't know it yet. I hope he realizes before it's too late. ------------------- Raised in a homophobic trailer park, when your gay and where no one cares about you, you depend on yourself and friends to get through. When we were rescued or kidnaped-whatever you may call it-we put in our full trust. Can we deal or do we run? Not My Best Work... [Contains Sexual Content] {Complete} [Edited, can always be improved tho]

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Life Has Never Been Good For Me Nor The Odds Is Ever In My Favor. I Have Been Stomped On Like Trash And Treated Like Shit. Everything Is Too Good To Be True Until One Night....

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Don't Forget Me In The Morning

When I was little, I was never healthy for a full day. When I would go to school, I would carry around an oxygen tank so that I could breathe properly. There was once where I had come close to death. At that time, my mother and father promised me that they wouldn't ever leave me. That is, until someone came in an murdered them while I was at school. When I was dropped off from the bus stop, I automatically knew something was wrong because my mother would always wait for me. When she wasn't there, I began to get worried. 'Had she forgotten?' Was the first thing I thought as I walked up the stairs and into my house. 'Mama? Papa?' I questioned walking into their room. As I made the first step in, I heard squishing under my feet as if the carpet was wet.

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