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The screams are still fresh in my mind, even though it has been over a year that I heard them. The scent of blood still sits in my nostrils, bringing life to the fear I once knew. Once you've been through something like that, there’s no escaping it. You’ll try and you’ll try, but it’ll always come back to haunt you.
Decorations all around, while there is but one sound. Christmas day is so sad; she is reminded of her dad. She cries at night, wishing for his insight. He was all she had, and now he's dead. Cries fill the halls as joy fills the air, Merry Christmas to Miss Blair.
Hallowed by thy name. Give us this day our daily bread, forgive our debts as we forgive our debtors. In and out of consciousness we sing, hallowed by thy name.
She said his name strangely, like it was being hallowed out by hate an disgust. He had betrayed her, she couldn't trust him any more.
I build bridges and burn them, I build them and destroy them, never do I keep them. . . why? Because I'm never looking back, always looking forward, never going back.
I would trade anything to be perfect, to be that one girl that any one wants. But for now, I'm just that one girl, the girl who's weird, the girl with no name or any importance.
My heart is made of string, and some one found the beginning of the thread. Instead of building it up, and tying in their heart, they slowly unraveled my heart, breaking me down, Now my heart is nothing but a raveled piece of thread, hoping to be accepted by anybody.
The punishment was ludicrous. I was never to talk to her again, couldn't even speak of her, yet she was still able to go on with her slutty ways?
I am near the edge, but not the edge of darkness. The edge of salvation. A fire has been started within me, but unlike the other times, will not easily be put out. I promise from this day forward to the Lord my God to serve in his name, and fall off the edge of my life, into the sea of His love.
I don't have the answers to everything! I don't understand why no one can seem to understand that. I'm a fifteen year old girl in high school, not a fifty year old with a PhD.
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