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I used to think graveyards were a beautiful sight. Not because of all the dead, but because of the way flowers would rest on the stones and crows would call out to the sky. I guess they were beautiful when no one you knew was buried within. I wish I knew how my tastes would change, and my throat would get tight seeing the cemetery gates. It was pitiful, the reasoning as to why I ended up here so, so often. One more time I wish I could say goodbye, and maybe make my last words something more heartfelt instead of hateful. It's like their lives were timed too short, and I wasn't prepared for the timer to run out.
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As a pretty sane person I knew that ugly incomprehensible things happened but somethings came at you so unexpectingly that you did not even know how to react. Fairytales often painted step parents as these evil beings that did such unimaginable acts which ended up affecting our everyday lives but it wasn't like that with my mother's boyfriend. At least that's what I thought until I found myself somewhere else with a father I knew nothing about, a band that wasn't really a band in my eyes and a past so heavy that going to sleep meant drowning in the horrors of a summer that was meant to be the best time of my life.

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