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The Hell I Carry
It's funny how a memory has the potential to weasel its way up from the depths of one's mind and float effortlessly on its surface. We are then forced to re-live the moments we have spent decades burying beneath amicable smiles and a false sense of security. This is my story; one shrouded in as much truth as my mind can tolerate. My story may mean nothing to you, but I believe, that if these words were to fall into the right hands, then they could have the potential to change someone's life, someone's mind. At a young age I learned what it meant to carry the scorching secrets of a fiery hell. For years I allowed the flames to consume my mind as I proceeded to live a life devoted to destruction and chaos. I blamed my mother. I blamed the men that raped me. I blamed the woman that refused to love me back. But when the smoke cleared, the mirror on the wall only painted a single reflection, that of myself. So, when the big bad wolf no longer blows, yet the house still falls, who will I have to blame then? Only me.Lengkap
Dear Diary
Just a teenage girl trying to navigate her way through life. Bmf!🤍🎀
Born chosen
This is different from the religious stories you know or you believe in. This is a story that can answer your questions, that can give you thoughts. Try a different approach to religion, try a different view, a view that gives you answers the the unanswered questions. She is trying to find who she is and her purpose for being born. And after finding all her answers, after knowing her purpose, she has to decide on with fate to choose or maybe she could make her own fate.Lengkap
The fault in her eyes
Life is a gift, many see it as a curse but I choose to see it for what it may become not what it is... This may sound crazy but that's just how I am, my life has been like a moon sometimes half, sometimes cresant and sometimes empty but it still captures your attention and it's still beautiful I live life everyday like it's my last not knowing that my end was near! 😂😂I'm just yanking your chains Come let me take you on a journey that'll take you to new heights and challange your inner being and how you truly choose to see the world...Let me take you on a celestial journeyLengkap
Letter's i will never send
I was always told that if i was having a problem, unless it seriously effected me to keep it to myself. A series of letter written by me to the people i would want to send these letters to but will probably never ever send them. A peak in through the window that is my life. A story of good times and bad times.Lengkap
missing assignments
some shit i wrote in high schoolLengkap
Sunshine and Rain
Why make up stories when life itself is so....interesting. Relive these events with me as I record my own personal experiences growing up. You never know what you might find, sometimes all we need is a bit of perspective.Lengkap
An Unheard Call...
Life isn't about fate or luck. U choose your own path and destiny. It is YOU who chooses to be who you are. This story is about a little girl who discovers who she really is and where she belongs... Everything comes with a choice, you just need the perspective to find it ...Lengkap
It's funny how a memory has the potential to weasel its way up from the depths of one's mind and float effortlessly on its surface. We are then forced to re-live the moments we have spent decades burying beneath amicable smiles and a false sense of security. This is my story; one shrouded in as much truth as my mind can tolerate. My story may mean nothing to you, but I believe, that if these words were to fall into the right hands, then they could have the potential to change someone's life, someone's mind. At a young age I learned what it meant to carry the scorching secrets of a fiery hell. For years I allowed the flames to consume my mind as I proceeded to live a life devoted to destruction and chaos. I blamed my mother. I blamed the men that raped me. I blamed the woman that refused to love me back. But when the smoke cleared, the mirror on the wall only painted a single reflection, that of myself. So, when the big bad wolf no longer blows, yet the house still falls, who will I have to blame then? Only me.
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