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I have had the great pleasure of enduring 20 years of life as a human being. I've learned how to handle most pains. Pains such as death, heartbreak and how it hurts when things change. Or the needle in your eye people call "missing someone". I have learned how to control my morale and ideas, when needed to. I have learned that not only is it horrible to become an adult, but you can't do anything about it. And once you're in a place of acceptance of this fact, you want to speed up the process. It's confusing. I am today 20 years of age. 20 years, 9 months and 7 days. It's not much, although more for me than it's ever been. But do you k

The cave was an opening about five feet across and ten feet deep in a solid rock wall. In it she put a green bean bag chair, some pillows and blankets, a bowl of fruit, and a few books. She was certain the townspeople would find her and try to convince her to stay in a womens' shelter, but to her delight they never discovered the cave. One day she returned to the cave to find Adam sitting in the bean bag chair, grinning at her. He was the only person in the world other than she who knew where the cave was, and she was completely okay with him knowing. She trusted him more than anybody else. Adam had emerald green eyes and wavy chestnut brown

You're bold, you're stupid, the blame game is your friend. Pointing fingers, shouting names, none of them your own. Swollen bellies, teenage bodies, where's the father, why the bother? Drugs replacing, mind is racing, colours facing, love escaping. Designer brands determine friendships, the popular ruining it all. See the girl in the chair, dead in the centre, judged, broken, offended, broken. What do you do? Judge, break, offend, BREAK! Tear down the creative, shatter the artistic. This is your life, walking a fake line. Cherish it, or don't. It's your sick world.