The Circle Of Life

The Circle Of Life

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Everyday is the same. Annoying children at school, homework and parents who you wish you never had. There are many things in life you are grateful for, like: Life, Family and Friends. Well, not me. I hate my parents, my life and what other people claim to be my friends. People always say, "there's a future and better is yet to come.". Well that isn't true when you have parents that hardly notice you. Father that doesn't care, mother that has no time, little sister that hates you and big brother that picks on you. All I ever wished to be was invisible. So no one can notice me. So no one can see the pain I am going through. So no one can see the scars of betrayal. And I got so tired of it, I tried to run away. I didn't succeed but that made things worst. I became suicidal. ⛔⛔⛔⛔ ©All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced without the written permission of the author. ©2016 Janique Murray WARNING: CONTAINS STRONG LANGUAGE AND SELF HARM MAY HAVE SEXUALITY AS WELL BUT NOT TOO INTO DETAILS. NOT EDITED SO EYE BLINDING MISTAKES MIGHT BE FOUND!!! PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!! IF YOU FIND ALL OF THE ABOVE HERE DO NOT PM ME OR COMMENT IN THE BOOK...YOU WERE WARNED...!
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The average human being spends every second of his day fighting against the force of nature to see another day. But I'm different. I'm not afraid of outside forces to take my life away - only myself. Approximately 10 years ago, something happened to me. Something really bad. But I'm not allowed to talk about it. As a way to release my frustration, I give hell to my body and everyone I come in contact with - especially my parents. No one knows about what happened except the ones who did it...and Him. But he didn't stay. Now, he's back and he's not talking either. I want to stop hurting, I need to stop. Make me stop.

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