A story To Tell

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
If you won't give me my earning and continue to keep me in this leap then you are nothing to me. I am not special I am not you and you are not me we can not relate even if our back stories are similar to understand me you would need to understand yourself and your surrounding.

Submitted: June 13, 2019

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AbdikadirO.

 

A Story To Tell


 

I am not much for reading, nor writing but today it's different because today is June, 1st 2019 its nothing special just a day to write about.  My stories are beautiful & Ugly but they are not hard to understand every word, every letter has a feel to it if it didn't we couldn't sense the use of it.  The mind is strong but it is not the strongest, the heart is the strongest for many reasons the heart gives this ting and this sting that choice you have been looking for when you are in the spot of no choices. A mind and a heart can be manipulated, it is never too late to change anyone you can say I'm wrong on that, but you would have to see and live it before you criticize.  Nobody is born numb its the road the path they have been that makes them who they are. My path and my roads have led me to many places and to many people, but out of all the paths and roads I have walked along there was something giving me a push when I was on the verge of collapse I can’t describe it, but as soon as it laid its hand on me I felt relief as if all burdens are not there for me to take on my own.  My sadness gained its tears the tears I have lost and forgotten. I am no solder I have not given my life for something bigger. I spent 15 years trying to discover Step 1 the first step that I take into life throughout that time I been climbing down stairs with no end, I have tripped and rolled for hours once for months 6 years old and my mind and heart are no more. My smile is my sadness, my anger is my smiles and my sadness is my anger I reached that point where life and death have become a mix and that I shouldn't care for either, I mean isn't that true success I am not a devil nor am I an angel so young, so cold so alone loud voice only echo through the ears down to the heart and back out a whisper a deep whisper that reached my core and woke me the eyes that were once blank and empty now filled with color



 


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