Life Is Wishes

Life Is Wishes

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Dear Reader, This is the story of my life. With a motif of colors, I tell the stories of certain moments that changed me forever. Each part of life can represent a certain color. Colors represent everything we see, in every part of life. I've related these colors to moments from my own life. Some moments may be darker than others. Some moments may have put a shining light into my heart. But every moment matters just the same, because every single second, minute, and hour of my life has shaped me into the person writing to you now. Read this to see how life is wishes. Read this to see how life is messy. Read this to see how life is painful. Read this to see how life is surprises. Read this to see how life is changes. Read this to see how life is destructive. Read this to see how life is unfair. Read this to see how life is special. Read this to see how, sometimes, life is just there. And that's okay. Sincerely, Remy ••• First place winner of the Beauty Awards First place winner of the Mist Awards ••• Warning: possible suicide and self harm triggers ••• By: @life_is_wishes
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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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