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Once Upon a Time. . .

Once upon a time Not so long ago There was a girl Who had it all Had the friends Had the family Had a very nice life She was a good student She was a great friend She was a good daughter She was happy Then one day something happend Everything started to go so wrong She lost her parents to drugs and from then on everything went down hill She stopped going to school Stopped dreaming She stopped talking to people Stopped believing She started to cry herself to sleep at night But that didnt help the pain go away So she picked up a blade and decided to play A very dangerous game One slit, two slit, three slit, four. . . She went on and on til the pain was no more But when she stopped it all came back So she did it again and again Til she was weak Til she fell asleep Her scares went unnotice No one really cared So why should she? But then one day mom got clean Her dad didnt care Told her to never dream He said "Dreams are worthless, stop believing" and she listened And stop dreaming Stopped believing Mom tried so hard to fix the past Dad didnt care His drugs was what he had What he needed Never stopped to see That his daughter was In the cross-fire But he desired that high Needed it Left her Never returned And when he did He said he changed But he didnt Her life was filled with so much pain In her mind she believed that her life was a nightmare and She's just waiting to wake up again This is my story There's no happy ending Im waiting for my nightmare to end So my dreams can began. . .

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 4/22/2009 10:39:00 AM
Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass, it's about learning to dance in the rain. Life may not be the party we expected, but while we're here we might as well dance. If u need some one to talk to, I'll help
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Date: 3/9/2009 1:50:00 PM
never stop believeing dont lisen to anyone who tries to stop you. good luck
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Date: 2/22/2009 5:09:00 PM
Breanna I know how you feel.I used to cut because my Dad.He used to beat me,my mom,and my sisters.Im only 14 but ive been through alot.Things will get better for you.Thanks for reading my poems
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Date: 2/8/2009 11:57:00 PM
A very moving write Breana.Rgds Brian & thanks for your welcome comments
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Date: 2/8/2009 1:10:00 PM
Thank you for sharing such a personal part of your life, my parents were also drug addicts, my father was a drug dealer as well, so I can relate, my life isn't perfect, but I made the choice to choose my own happiness and stopped waiting for my parents to come around. You are a beautiful writer, and a beautiful soul keep faith, and always remember to Dream.
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Date: 2/5/2009 3:32:00 PM
wow Breanna this is great! as Jen said 1 of your best...hope everything turns out well....*/*Maryam
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Date: 2/4/2009 6:47:00 PM
Woah, Breana, that was amazing. One of your best writes. I can tell you really brought the emotion into it. And I hope whatever it going on, will end soon, because no one wants to feel alone. Love Always ~Jen~
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