Skyscraper (A One Direction Fan Fiction)

Skyscraper (A One Direction Fan Fiction)

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"Demi Lovato said it once, and God dammit I'll say it again. You can take everything I have You can take everything I am Like I'm made if glass Like I'm made of paper go on and try to tear me down I will be rising from the ground like a skyscraper." She said. The boys and I laughed. She was hilarious yet inspirational all at once. This girl who had been through so much in her life, what seemed like a mountain to others, was just a little boulder to her. Nothing could stand in her way. They've tried taking everything she has. They've tried taking everything she is. Almost like she was made of glass. Or made of paper. They've tried to tear her down. But she was rising from the ground. Like a skyscraper.
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They call me Blossom. Cute name, right? Don't be fooled. That's not my real name, it's the one I gave myself when the streets became my only family. Out here, every day is a fight. A fight to eat, a fight to stay warm, a fight to keep from disappearing into the cracks of a city that doesn't even notice you're alive. It wasn't always like this. There was a time when I had a roof, a bed, and other kids who felt just as lost as I did. But when the orphanage collapsed under debt, they shipped most of the kids off to foster homes. The rest of us? We weren't so lucky. We were the leftovers. Disposable. We didn't get homes, we got the streets. And the streets don't care if you're 15 or 50. They chew you up, spit you out, and dare you to survive another night. That was my life. Cold, hungry, invisible. Until one night, luck or maybe fate, threw me into the path of someone who would change everything. Someone the world worshiped, but I didn't even recognize: Demi Lovato.

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