Tiptoe
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When somebody dies in front of us, why are we so scared of touching their body? We touch cold and lifeless things all the time but what strikes us so much about seeing and touching a dead body? What is so different that it makes us want to puke, want to run, want to cry? Is it because we lost one of our own? That can't be it; the human kind is too sinful to care about each other. <<Unfinished, unedited>>
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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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