Arden of Eden

Arden of Eden

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I didn’t know how I ended up here. Both literally and physically speaking. Where upon the course of my life did I exactly stumble and fall? Each day after my downhill spiral seems like an endless tunnel heading nowhere. Now, I finally get to stop and analyze and I can’t seem to find my footing. I lost my purpose. I lost the drive I used to contain. I once was so passionate about every and anything; about life, adventures, chances and possible opportunities. What happened? That was a stupid question. I know exactly what happened and what didn’t. The perfect painted picture got ruined and discarded. Life threw me out of my chair and I was not prepared to the fall. A new portrait was created and it was not the same. Nothing will ever to be the same. Ever.
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My life has always been terrible. I was always bullied at school. I don't know why, it just seemed that people didn't like my presence. The guys would beat me up and I'd get in trouble when I defended myself, for the teachers never saw what they did. The girls would trick me, making me think they liked me and laughing at me because of it. I was always in the principle's office for one reason or another, but I wasn't a bad student. I actually got really good grades. To make matters worse, my mother wanted nothing to do with me. She'd lock me in the basement, sometimes for days, with no food or warmth. My father would then sneak down and beat me before raping me. So, naturally, I wanted to die. But, for some reason, I can't die. No matter what I do, I can't stay dead. The thing I want more than anything is far out of my reach. Why can't I just die? Warning: mention of rape, suicide, and abuse. Also, this is a boy's love story.

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