Years have gone by already since I died. I’m not saying I’m a ghost, but I’m pretty close to being one. My family’s all buried in their graves. My step-father thrown in prison. And I’ve died along with it. It’s not like I want to suicide. Life’s okay. But I don’t see the point in living though. No one’s ever gonna be able to watch me grow up. The rest of my extended family has shunned me, and I’m an outcast to them. If there was something I could do about this, I would. I have lots of close friends who know my story, but only a few have tried to help. They are helping, but what I need is love. The love that I enjoyed so little of as I grew up. And I’m still growing. I’m a teenager. Only it’s hard to find love because who would want to love a broken girl like me?
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A guy who sees beauty in you. A guy who feels your pain and with his love puts you back together slowly piece by piece until you forget what it felt like to be a million little pieces. You will never find him in death.
Someone will see that you are not broken. They’ll see someone amazing. They’ll love you and you will see you can be loved. Don’t lose hope. You can find love. I don’t mean romantic love but just love from a true friend, a lover, a beloved per. Someone…its possible
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