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Trista, an abused, sad 16 year old girl must take a stand.

Scary story. I tried, ok?

Will you come and swim with me?

nobody should life in vain.

What a curse it is to be born a girl.

“Ugh…” I groaned. I was laying flat on my back with no memory of how I got there...

He clearly remembered having 91 passengers. How come there was one more?

Somebody answered to my call...to myself.

Writer's blocks suck.

The tears of the sky poured down with thunder. It’s the memory I ignore but I can’t erase...I wait for the moon, only to find my demons in my slumber.

I pack my things up, knowing I can’t stay, I step outside and leave, needing space, needing to get away.

I wish I could take back all the words I said, because I would rather be in your arms instead. I hope you find your Muse one day, but for now, I’ll pretend I’m okay.