I MISS YOU MOST AT NIGHT

I MISS YOU MOST AT NIGHT

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Früher dachte ich immer meine Mutter hatte zu viele ihrer Liebesromane gelesen wenn sie zu mir sagte das dass Leben wie eine Sternschnuppe sei, oder alles im Leben einen sinn hat. Ich glaubte an so etwas nicht, schon lange nicht mehr.! Wenn einem im Leben dinge passieren die man selber seinem schlimmsten feinden nicht wünscht und man dann noch genau denn Menschen verliert der einem Geschworen hat immer da zu sein, dann hört man auf an so etwas zu glauben. Doch dann passieren dinge im Leben von denen man nicht mal Geträumt hätte. Ich bin Katy fly stilinsky und das ist meine Geschichte!!!
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"One body: A death, a suicide, and now a murder. Lunacy is settling over, leaving its fingerprints on them, while breathing down their necks. The warm kiss of air is mistaken for nothing but a midnight breeze, and finger prints not much more than dirt. "Are you worthy enough, huh? Do you think I'm such a fool? You'll die there. Ashton Kahn. Mark my words. You are going to die and your family is going to live a dead life. You know what grief is? Of course, why would YOU know? You haven't been miserable for once in your life, have you? You have always been the super-star, haven't you? Of course you'll die. You deserve nothing but a deadly, rotten grave. You are such a chick, aren't you? Huh. I hate you Ashton Kahn. You are so mean. You think wealth is the world. You think beauty is the world. Don't you find having the best muscles, having the best grades, having the perfect eyes, having the perfect clothes, shoes-" Her words were so powerful, her expression meaner. She meant it. And how right she was. There I was, living a beautiful life. Of course I had no idea what misery is. I'd never been miserable for a second. Hah. She was giving me a lesson. The feeling was so intense, her words ruling my brain, empowering my veins. I was so useless. Have I ever cried? Have I ever thought why people say Life is just a Lie? Did I ever care why was the guy behind the coffee shop shutters crying? Did I ever gave it a second thought what did that guy felt when I called him Bozo? Or what was going on with that girl I heard of whose parents died a day ago? Of course, what was I capable of feeling? And there I had always thought I was the perfect me. The boy who could do anything. The boy who ruled. The boy who lived. Life is just a Lie. And for the first time in ever, I felt it to be so, so real. The reality of this was ever-awakening, it's power would have killed a soul. Life is just a Lie.

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