Once upon a time;

-A dream was born-

-A shooting star flashed-

-A romance blossomed.-

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-A kiss was shared-

-A dance was danced-

-A love was true.-

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-A woman trusted-

-A man grabbed chance-

-A friendship sprouted.-

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-A wedding came-

-A wedding left-

-A family begun.-

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-A child laughed-

-A teenager cried-

-A baby smiled.-

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-A moment sparked-

-A picture saved-

-A child grew old.-

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-A party sang-

-A meltdown erupted-

-A fight broke free.-

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-A temper flared-

-A word was whispered-

-A heart was wounded.-

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-A tension grew-

-A space manifested-

-A moment slipped away.-

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-A memory returned-

-A fist formed-

-A heart was wounded.-

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-A "sorry" was forgotten-

-A splint was wrapped-

-A moment slipped away.-

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-A note was wrong-

-A mother scorned-

-A daughter was conflicted.-

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-A fight broke out-

-A battle cried-

-A sword was lifted.-

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-A heart was wounded-

-A soul was bruised-

-A mother pushed away.-

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Once upon a time;

-A daughter rebelled-

-A temper solidified-

-A year fell down a face.-

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-A bond was torn-

-A trust was broken-

-A friendship slipped away.-

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-A smile was forced-

-A hug demanded-

-A prayer made every day.-

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-A girl was lonely-

-A friend too far-

-A tear fell down a face.-

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-A poem written-

-A look was criticized-

-A rift spread wider.-

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-A year was wasted-

-A fire raging-

-A family grew tired.-

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-A teenager hid-

-A mask was formed-

-A human disappeared.-

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-A judgement created-

-A finger pointed-

-A tear fell down a face.-

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-A shadow danced-

-A thought was cast-

-A drop fell to the floor.-

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-A mother wondered-

-A father misunderstood-

-A daughter slipped away.-

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-A fight resumed-

-A surrender offered-

-A victory was faked.-

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-A girl stood back-

-A human disappeared-

-A drop fell to the floor.-

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Once upon a time;

-A light burned out-

-A life was wasted-

-A family grew tired.-

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-A song was sung-

-A hug was forced-

-A fist flew through the air.-

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-A daughter cowered-

-A divide stretched further-

-A tear fell down a face.-

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-A word struck different-

-A memory surfaced-

-A girl fell to the floor.-

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-A hope had faded-

-A light burned out-

-A faith became no more.-

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-A mother compelled-

-A daughter rebelled-

-A family grew tired.-

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-A hatred buzzed-

-A reality was twisted-

-A world erased.-

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-A sister listened-

-A brother protected-

-A friendship reestablished.-

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-A color showed-

-A light flickered-

-A daughter woke up.-

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-A father compelled-

-A daughter held strong-

-A mother pushed away.-

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-A memory rekindled-

-A light burned out-

-A drop fell to the floor.-

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-A love was gone-

-A life emptied-

-A girl fell to the floor.-

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-A daughter gave up-

-A battle was lost-

-A cry rang through the halls.-

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-A joy was absent-

-A purpose missing-

-A skeleton appeared.-

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-A mother questioned-

-A father sorrowed-

-A sister shed a tear.-

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-A brother protected-

-A girl disappeared-

-A drop fell to the ground.-

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Once upon a time;

-A story ended-

-A hope shriveled-

-A girl fell to the floor.-

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-A "what-if" sprouted-

-A human disappeared-

-A drop fell to the floor.-

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-A drop fell to the floor-

-A stream ran to the floor-

-A puddle nestled on the floor.-

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Once upon a time;

-A word was spoken-

-A song not sung-

-A daughter lifted her head.-

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-A thought was formed-

-A truth accepted-

-A heart picked off the ground.-

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Once upon a time;

-A daughter stopped listening-

-A mother gave up-

-A family grew together.-

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Once upon a time;

-A girl survived.

I'm in a tunnel of darkness and I

Know.

The light is right there.

It's so close.

But as I stretched out to grab it,

It retreats farther and further away.

Too many times,

I've reached for it. I've reached for it. I've reached for it. I've reached for it. I've reached for it. I've reached for it. I've reached for it. I've reached for it. I've reached for it. I've reached for it. I've reached for it. I've reached for it. I've reached for it. I've reached for it. I've reached for it. I've reached for it. I've reached for it. I've reached for it. I've reached for it. I've reached for it. I've reached for it. I've reached for it. I've reached for it. I've reached for it. I've reached for it. I've reached for it. I've reached for it. I've reached for it.

I've-

I've forgotten it.

I no longer have the strength

Or the will

To want the change.

I've grown fond of the dark

And find my comfort in the night.

The blackness is my solitude,

The shadows are my friends.

I was nervous

And he kissed me.

The brush of his lips against my skin

Was heaven on my heart.

The breath caught in my throat

And the seconds froze in time.

It was me and him-

Forever in a second.

How do you say goodbye to your family? How do you pack up and leave with those you live with but leave the friends you love with? How do you pick up your life and move it to a new state, a new beginning, a new adventure, a new demise?

How do you say goodbye?

He tells me he's in love with me...

But he's too young to know what love feels like.

He doesn't know the ache that comes with rejection.

He hasn't learned the sting of denial.

His heart has not been tuned to pain.

He tells me he is in love with me

But he's too young to know.

Guess what.

I'm a girl.

Yes I have boobs.

Yes I have an ass.

Yes

That's all the world sees.

I am tired of being an object.

Something to behold

And not to know.

This lust that people feel

For me

Isn't for me.

It's for something fake.

They want instant gratification

To fill some sexual hole

In their heart.

And if they don't get it from me

(they won't get it from me)

They'll just move to the next one.

This is not desire.

This is a twisted lusting.

I'm not alone but I feel

So isolated. It's like no one

would care- no one

could care- no one

should care- If i

DIsappEareD.

But why should they? I've done

nothing to them,

nothing for them,

and they've done

everything for me, given

everything to me.

I'm so selfish, I can't seem to focus

On anything that is not my

Pain.

I try to be there for others, but they

Don't want me,

Don't want my help

I'm never enough-

For them or

For me.

I

W

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D

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"It'll get better." Those three words are swimming around my ears. That's all anyone seems to be able to say to me. But I know better. I've lived this way for so long now, and it hasn't once gotten better. So why now? I guess people just have optimism for those that they can't understand, because the alternative would be to wake up each morning with the fear that I will be gone.

Guess what?

It hasn't gotten better. Instead of less pain, I have 1, 2, 3, 46 scratches, 46 cuts, 46 scars.

But it's better than being dead I guess.

Okay, that's a lie. "To die would be awfully big adventure." So much nothing, no pain, no grief, just....peace.