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Mar 09, 2004 23:20

I want you to post anything that you want. Anything. Post a story, a secret, a confession, a fear, a love, what you think of me - anything.

Be sure to post anonymously and honestly.

Post twice if you'd like, and then put this in your LJ to see what your friends (and perhaps others who you don't even realize read your LJ) have to say.

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anonymous March 10 2004, 21:26:41 UTC
with a bruise the size of a boot heel on his ribs and several small cuts in his neck he left. not knowing where he was going, who his real friends where, or what would happen fate was left in the hands of uncertainty. which was a place far more secure and held far more chance to live than where he had been.

the first two nights were spent in fear of any one knowing. for the fear of finding out who his real friends were was almost paralyzing. the truth was he knew many people were not his real friends, but the ones he was closest to he was horribly uncertain about. that first two nights and a day were spent down near the shore of a retention pond surrounded by high grasses and small clump of trees some people called woods on one side. nothing more than sit and contemplate and marvel in the pain of the mosquitoes around him. the familiar pain and the almost peace of it all let him know that he was really at the point in his life he had been waiting for.

despite promises made to him many were lost. the broken promises merely echoing in a sea of many more. many more broken and shattered things which were once held dear, which once held him together. one of those promises was the girl who was special to him. the girl who knew what was to come and had promised to stick through anything. the girl who knew he needed her. in the endeavors to come that heart break almost brought the downfall of everything he was pushing for.

it wasn't only what was strived for that challenged him through it all but also everything he had left behind. the constant lingering of influences over him. the conditioning which had basically programed him into behaviors which he despised. behaviors that even seemed to be bothersome for others around him aswell...
to be continued...

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