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Here's a hint: What does not sleep, and feels betrayed, by her own actions that she played, her love, her life, her soul, was caged, and now the darkness is her day. This person that I hold near and dear is vain, and selfish, and hard to hear, and though she screams out for attention for the best, she turns and looks, and learns the hooks, as she decides her destiny is no longer to the west. This girl is not bad, she is the nicest person I've ever met! She feels real sad, she's in a crisis, yet, she stil lives on to be herself, like a broken doll, left on a shelf. This person in no one other than me.
I suffer from headaches long and throbing,
Nothing can stop them, my head is bobbing,
I don't get along, so I'll trip and be hob'ling,
don't look back, I might just be moming.
My mom is never home, my mom's boyfriend.... I hate him.
They had a baby, my little half brother, I love him to death, but he think's I'm second mom. Moming is women's second nature, and now I'm 13. I'm a young woman, so I'm the most motherly ever seen. My little brother comes crying to me. When he wants food and I'm home, he comes to me. When he's tired and alone, he always comes to me. Sometimes I want to cry, sometimes I want to die, but he is the joy in my life, as if I were his mother and he my child. It my not be real, but it's how I feel.
Have you ever heard the thumping of footsteps? That round the corner, closer- closer to you? Pounding in time with your heart, and your life flashes before your eyes- and you see what happened, what would have happened, and what will happen, all at once? And you remember it all.
This is created by fear, fear for your life, your friends, their friends and their lives. Its created by love and hate and all things you hold dear, and not. It kills you. Its not the gun shot, or the blade through your heart, nor the cold bitter disease that lies in your blood.
It is the love for your friends, love for your family, and love for hating your enemies. That is what kills you, this is what leads us to our doom.
And our doom is created by ourselves. Any god, no god- no immortal being did this to us, we did it ourselves. We were blessed and cursed and wounded with our skills, and technology, but we used it wrong. We destroyed our homes, we destroyed life.
Is this what it means to die? To die for nothing? To die for everything? To just move on, to the unliving life, where the recently dead just get on with life? Is that what happens? Or are we reincarnated into another life, where we will die just again, and over and over, in the never ending cycle?
Is that what happens? All we do is be born and live worthless lives, die and start it all over again?
Then, if that is what happens- I will not be the person to let fate keep on going like this. I will change the world. And I will change fate for man kind.
That is what it means to die. To die fighting for what's truly right. To fight for what will happen, what did happen, and what would have happened. That is what it means to sacrifice your mortality.
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