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Everyday life begins with the yelling from my father and then the screaming of my mother when the daily brawl begins... Off to the bus I wait everyday whether it's raining, snowing or just plain sunny... The bus arrives and I get on to take my seat... The ridiculing begins the minute I sit down... "Hey fatso!," one boy calls out... "The elephant's here!," another snickers... But I ignore them because there is nothing to be said... Spending the rest of my day among people I don't know or care about... Sitting through meaningless lectures that no one listens to anyway... Back to the bus and ridiculing and then home... The screaming has intensified since I left this morning... It can be heard from the street... I walk around back to my favorite tree and the box I left there the previous evening... I open the box to find the one thing I've been looking forward to all day... I climb into the tree as high as I can go... The view is beautiful as I twist the knot in my hand... The  necklace envelopes my neck and then I'm swinging... My final breath escapes my body as the last image I see flits through my mind... The most beautiful sunset that I have ever seen...
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Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 1:52 PM UTC
Everyday Life
Everyday life begins with the yelling from my father and then the screaming of my mother when the daily brawl begins... Off to the bus I wait everyday whether it's raining, snowing or just plain sunny... The bus arrives and I get on to take my seat... The ridiculing begins the minute I sit down... "Hey fatso!," one boy calls out... "The elephant's here!," another snickers... But I ignore them because there is nothing to be said... Spending the rest of my day among people I don't know or care about... Sitting through meaningless lectures that no one listens to anyway... Back to the bus and ridiculing and then home... The screaming has intensified since I left this morning... It can be heard from the street... I walk around back to my favorite tree and the box I left there the previous evening... I open the box to find the one thing I've been looking forward to all day... I climb into the tree as high as I can go... The view is beautiful as I twist the knot in my hand... The  necklace envelopes my neck and then I'm swinging... My final breath escapes my body as the last image I see flits through my mind... The most beautiful sunset that I have ever seen...
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Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 1:52 PM UTC
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