I remember hating my mother at age seven
Journal i sit to write, the only thing that love me back, by eight i had a whole book to build a library, tears that turned into painfully pins and needles, ready to attack at any moment, At age nine day turned from darkness to endless cries no one cared to lay a ear, the thoughts that dance around up there, like sharp knives stabbing over and over like a headache like no other, at age ten, love turned into numbness surrounded by darkness, the guy you walk pass every morning and never stop to look up, the girl who look at you with eyes that reach your soul, but you were to blinded by society to understand their unique souls, but me i always had time to listen, the way they breath waken air back into my lungs, the way they spoke and the vibration of their soft voice, hold a tune like no other, unique minds and unique souls, at age 11 i begun to find my old self, but it didn't last very long, at age 13 my life turn up side down, sleeplessness night, blood shot eyes the world see's, she was gone and i wad broken, now im am18 i realized life goes on so dont stop living
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