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Part of my story I am currently writing

I sit here and watch spiders eat away the insides of bugs that is like someone eating away your heart because without a heart you’d be dead right? In my head… the pictures make sense I try and draw them out and they come out wrong so wrong … wrong … What do you live for? What do I live for? What about when you fall and cut yourself on the ground the pain you feel is familiar isn’t it? If you even feel pain at all. What about when you’ve done something really bad and only you know it but you just can’t keep it to yourself, so you tell somebody… what’s not enough for one just enough for two and too much for three? A secret. So I’m going to tell you some secrets because in the end you will forget who is even telling this story because like I said before you put yourself in my head. Be me. My name is Brookelynne. Brookelynne what? Doesn’t and won’t matter… tell people you know my name its ok. I can also tell you I’m in high school and school is not the easiest boat ride in the sea for me. Writing comes from your heart you can’t put words on a page if they aren’t from your heart? You can always let your voice be heard. I can also tell you I love to sing… but my dreams nobody believes in them… so it’s our little secret.
I got these two feet that are always walking and this hand that is always writing, I got these two eyes that see everything and these two ears that hear a lot that they wish they didn’t. I always live my life in fear that somebody is going to walk out that door and not come back… all the boyfriends ended quickly, dad disappeared real fast, mom stopped talking to me awhile ago, “best friends” never stuck around after the first bad incident. . Am I wasting your time? Sometimes I feel like there’s nothing to live for. Sometimes, some days and some nights I even think I am crazy… but you would too. My insecurity eats me alive inside why doesn’t this world ever make sense? The pains like a heartbeat. Baboom �" baboom, constant but not always stable. I will grow older and the older I get the stronger ill be. I honestly think there was a lot of years wasted arguing, yelling, and crying. I make everybody else happy but me. It’s time to do me. I have to or this barrier is going to get broken and that target I seem to symbolize as will soon be easier to hit. I’m done being striked at. I honestly feel weak. There’s days I look in the mirror and not recognize who I am staring at. We try to avoid what’s in front of us because; we think that would make it go away. Really your problems are only building up like a little child playing with building blocks