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Stuck in this crippling path. When I wish to be free Even if people mock my goals or laugh. Why strive for normalcy? When almost everyone is miserable In their lives Some would even have bitter end. With a piercing knife   Why strive for fame? When people lie and Love to play mind games? We live in a world where Kindness is seen as trait to flee. But I rather have that than straight up lunacy   There are days Where I rather be dead Then live in constant dread What kind of life is this? Nothing great Just another time to survive the flaming abyss   Lying to others is rewarded But telling the truth leads to Being scolded This is wonderful news For the liars and deceivers Watchout They are threatened by the Over-achievers                    

The cost of being free Written by Amira Rose   “Freak!” one male kid spat, kicking another one on the ground. Causing the other bullied to roar in laughter. The injured boy opened his mouth but was unable to speak. He could only whimper to the nearest corner, hoping the pain would stop sooner than later while eyes closed. “You’re nothing but a joke, you know that?” The bully continued.  “Nothing!” He screeched before striking the final blow to his stomach. This caused the poor boy to groan and cough in immense pain. His face was getting more crimson by the second and tears started to run down his face. All the bullied laughed, before leaving the injured boy in the corner. This reality has dawned on him the cost of being himself would lead to being persecuted. By now, the poor injured boy was covered in dirt for being on the floor for over thirty minutes. To think no one from school came to his aid, only cemented his hatred towards school. Why is no one helping? What did he do ...

Short Story: Numbness from Pain Written by Amira Rose   TRIGGER WARNING: The story contains sensitive topics such as depression, self-harm, addictions, and bereavement. If you are sensitive to any of these areas, please DO NOT read further than this message. Your mental health is more important than my content.   Side Notes : I am not a mental health professional, and this story is partially based on real life. If you wish to seek professional advice, please contact  Samaritans 116123  or  NHS 111  from UK. God bless.   The story begins with…   A rather attractive young woman gazed out of a stained window while sitting in her frazzled desk at her apartment. It was a lovely sunny day for once in England, especially for a Monday morning.  Now contemplating her life and what she had to endure throughout these tender years. The brownette reluctantly rosed herself up, before making her way downstairs to the front door. She did not feel like going ...