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The Great Injustice

"Justice consists not in being right and wrong, but in finding out the right and upholding it, wherever found, against the wrong" - Theodore Roosevelt

Justice, like God's hammer, creates equality in decision, and this just comes and goes on the right time, at the right place.

I am Danielle Marie Lovette, and this is part of my injustice.

My siblings have taunted me into believing that my existence was once unwanted by my parents, an unexpected baby. My friends were never my friends, but like wolves in sheep's skin, they feed on information you give them, leeching into you.

My life's injustice is not being able to live happily – to just spend a day without a frown, and full of happiness without problems. But my life is an empty glass of hope. A straight empty glass of positivity, full of negativity.

Everyday, one of the only possible justice I could get is my music and (for a moment) the cool sting of a blade, until I figured that justice shall prevail, for it is never gone, justice shall come when it should.

But this isn't the real story. This is not my real story about injustice.

I am a woman admittedly tied into a doing like a criminal's imprisonment. I am trapped in the ties of something I've done. Trusting him was one of the worst decisions I have ever made. His memories remain, leaving his impact by presence. The great injustice was the fact he could leave me a situation this grave and walk away in the most unsuitable way. Just the thought of him creates the theoretical heaviness of the chains that bind me. I have let him go, but by this great injustice, the memory of him still lingers in the back of my mind, no matter how I try to shake the memory of him away. Whenever he appears, he brings a domineering aura which causes me to cave in.

Three years. It has been three years since the last encounter and several weeks since the last conversation. Several weeks since justice prevailed. Justice was served by his leave, a leave forever which broke the chains of injustice that once ruled over my life. Through justice my siblings stop their taunts and stopped them from exalting me into their maid from their sister. Justice stopped what my friends have been doing, creating equal ground upon everyone. Now in his leave, life has never been better. Freedom to believe and freedom to express. The domineering effect that was once there was exalted. I feel free.

Then I learned, one simple act of injustice could help free you from the chains of negativity. My siblings stopped, my friends removed their sheep's skin and resolved everything, and life began feeling like a glass empty of problems but full of possibility.

Now this is my story.