‡ Dying Lite ‡

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Have you ever thought of those who have Nothing? And by that I Mean Nothing. No home, No family, who are An outcast to society, those who live only on what they find on the streets or what they steal from a trash can. These people are not what you would call a FREAK but no there is nothing about them that is out of place it is humanity that is out of place or what you call a freak because they are the ones who brought it upon these people to theive and bring harm to innascent folks. Some people say the world has turned black,the color lost from the lack of caring and lack of kindness that earth no longer posses. But everyone has to remember that even in the darkest hours and the deepest depression. there is always a spark of sunlight and a sliver of hope that is what you hold onto that is what you live for. but you always have to remember that if you want light and hope there is always a sacrifice that has to be made and a price that has to be paid. †††††††††††††††††††††
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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 © 2014 BY Anallely ALL RIGHTS RESERVED ®

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