Survive.
That's the only word that is relevant in my life anymore. Survive one more year of this hell and get out as fast as I can from this pathetic thing that I call my life. Why? The scars that are present on my body and the scars that have etched themselves on my heart, bruising it and breaking it into little pieces, are the reasons why I need to survive without breaking.
Two years have passed and I find myself in the same goddamn position.
Two years since everything was ripped away from my life.
And now, I can finally say that this year is the year I break away from things that hold me back.
I was wrong.
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Staying Afloat
Teen FictionGoing through her day with a fake smile on her face is the only thing Rose Everhart knows. People always see themselves at a point in their life where they can neither go back and change everything nor can they bring themselves to delete all the me...
